Through your eyes

Sometimes I think I'm weird when it comes to things I find really attractive and beautiful. Like yesterday, I was turning right (south) onto Waverly off of St. Joe around 8 on my way to Espresso Royale for open mic night. The sun was just setting. As my gaze went from the beautiful sunset on my right to the line of stopped traffic on my left I saw something even more beautiful. A girl. She was watching the sunset too, more then watching it, lost in it, part of it. The look in her eyes reflected more of the beauty of it then any mirror ever could. I wanted to stop and ask her sit in the grass with me until the sun disappeared, then lay back and look at the stars.