”Comfortable couchins swayed. Incence’s smoke meandered lingering perfectly in the still air. A flicker of recognition, quickly veiled. An hesitation in the lift of an eyebrow, a briefest narrowing of the eyes—was it curiosity, caution, or something else, just beyond the grasp of certainty? One shifted an eye’s weight, movement small enough to be plausible, yet deliberate in its timing. Across the space between them, an unreadable smile formed and then faded, as if reconsidered in mid-thought.” G P Tennis
How many looks have I recieved spot on when passing. How many millions of different approches. Hesitant, blank, curious, searching, indifferent, neglectful, friendly, suspicious, doughlike, sprinkling, enthusiastic, mysterious, wanting, submissive, promising, meaning, politeful, correct, grumpy, snuffy, inviting the list could go on and on.
A look has an infinite of variations. A quick glance meaning everything or not. The quick gaze from under a blank soft face hidden brim of a wide elegant hat like in a movie’s image. Our eyes are as we know unfathomable wells of unknown depths of knowledge. Why is this so? What is hidden from the emediate? So many times pondered in poetry.
What is obvious is a multitude of micropostures signaling and communicating through out the theatre of our face. Emediate unconscious and efficiant. We just interact in this way convienant effortlessly.
By a cast glance.
To be continued..