Sitting here right now... it's like Nini is seeing Ricky's eyes for the first time. She's never seen brown eyes like his in the sun. She didn't notice it at first, but 'brown' no longer describes them. They melt into golden rays, circling an eclipse. There's nothing boring about brown eyes, not even when the later hour encroach; they just turn into a sunset of their own. And it's beautiful.
