Eye of the Beholder

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I asked myself, where was beauty today? 
His eyes:
Waited for me as I walked down the steps. I felt the masculine gesture to let a lady walk by.
I looked up to meet his eyes, and without my words, I let my eyes say thank you.
I lingered for a few milliseconds to add an unspoken, “I see you, and I witness your gesture, and it is greatly appreciated. Thank you.”
And with the slightest nod of his head and a subtle smile, his eyes let me know that he appreciated my appreciation.
Her eyes:
I felt something coming at me as I walked toward my car. They were about twenty feet away…walking toward me…waiting for me to meet them. They had a presence of joy. A bouncy-sort-of-joy and I looked up to meet them.
Her eyes.
I smiled at the beauty of her joy. And she smiled as if to say, “Thank you for seeing me.”
And both of us nodded an unspoken, “Good day to you, you beautiful soul,” and “Good day to you, you beautiful soul.”
His eyes:
Were bagging my groceries.
I had to look away.
The intensity coming from his unspoken, I see you – was directed toward me.
His smile was great – as if he was lost in his own heaven and inviting me in.
I looked away and then forced myself to see…into his eyes so I could say…I see you too.
I was left with a feeling of awe, and maybe some jealousy, as to his capacity to be lost in his own beautiful space.
And I was so very grateful to witness that which I so desperately want to believe exists.
Depth. Beauty. Joy. And appreciation. In human connection.
-L.