Curious, Curious, Curious...
The most curious thing happened at lunch yesterday; I was sitting eating my lunch with the rest of the Operations staff when I noticed a pretty girl across the room - while a pretty girl is hardly worth mentioning what left her in my mind was the fact that she was completely blind.
She looked to be somewhere between 17 and 20 and had a face of innocence; she was vulnerable but had faith that she would be alright if she trusted others. She smiled as she walked with her bag and cane; hers was a simple smile - it was impossible for her to know when or how one 'should' smile so she simply smiled out of instinct.
Her hair was long and unadorned- it was a simple flow of auburn and chestnut which moved with her as she walked. Her hair was pretty; if she had made efforts the result could have been disastrous but her faith in simplicity left it lovely.
I never looked clearly at her eyes- her long hair repeatedly drifting across her face. The few glimpses I did recieve showed me that her blindness was not a result of some deformity of her eyes; for her eyes seemed reasonably pretty. They were like two blue-grey droplets which served merely as ornaments to her; they were lovely but without spirit.
She made me think much about the nature of beauty and the beauty of nature. I will sleep on the thought again and post further on her. If you read this then think- would you date someone who was blind? Would you love them?
Cheers,
She looked to be somewhere between 17 and 20 and had a face of innocence; she was vulnerable but had faith that she would be alright if she trusted others. She smiled as she walked with her bag and cane; hers was a simple smile - it was impossible for her to know when or how one 'should' smile so she simply smiled out of instinct.
Her hair was long and unadorned- it was a simple flow of auburn and chestnut which moved with her as she walked. Her hair was pretty; if she had made efforts the result could have been disastrous but her faith in simplicity left it lovely.
I never looked clearly at her eyes- her long hair repeatedly drifting across her face. The few glimpses I did recieve showed me that her blindness was not a result of some deformity of her eyes; for her eyes seemed reasonably pretty. They were like two blue-grey droplets which served merely as ornaments to her; they were lovely but without spirit.
She made me think much about the nature of beauty and the beauty of nature. I will sleep on the thought again and post further on her. If you read this then think- would you date someone who was blind? Would you love them?
Cheers,
posted by Owen Lewis | Saturday, June 25, 2005
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