Their long braids hang down their backs like black ropes, swinging, as the women climb up piles of garbage and disappear over the wall into their village. Watching people reveals many things about them. The expressions on their faces fascinate and challenge my mind with the possibilities of meaning. Watching people is a process of discovering beauty. Posture conveys confidence or self-distrust.
Eyes seem to give away or hide secrets.
My sister's eyes turn aqua when she cries. They become tropical oceans, brimming with saltiness and poetry. I know how to make her smile. AYour eyes are so beautiful when you cry. Why don't you cry all the time.