Nicole Fiorina

It was in that moment I noticed his green eyes. They were beautiful. Rare. A color so distinguishable, but indescribable at the same time. It was the color of the reflection of palm trees across a shoreline when the sun was at his highest point in the day. the color was noon. It wasn't deep blue shade of the ocean past the reflection of the tree line, or white when the faom gathered in the stand, but the sweet spot in the middle. it was the perfect timing when tree of God's creations collided : the sun, trees, and water.
It was breathtaking, even in the damn mirror.