BETWEEN FOUR JUNCTIONS ALICE TOWLE

To Smile With Your Eyes

Sounds easy, doesn’t it?

Smiling with your eyes. But that subtle starlit twinkle is all but lost when your lips can’t move in time. The dance loses its leader, the partner left to flounder, both twirling in the dark.

Sounds easy, doesn’t it?

Smiling with your eyes. But without your lips your eyes compensate. The balance of the action is completely lost –all together too much harmony, the melody all drowned out.

Sounds easy, doesn’t it? Smiling with your eyes. They’d never had to consider it till now –a new yet ancient language. A subtle quirk, or slight raise of the eye almost needs an instructional ad.

Eyes left trying to convey something –anything.

Then they learnt how to smile with their eyes –words said in a single glance. A warmth glowing from within, unlocking the prison they were in.