The intensifying blue eyes, more genetically recessive as time passes, the intensifying blue eyes. Looking at my papa’s eyes is like taking a good long look at the salty, sandy, beautiful blue ocean water. Having all power over the ocean. My brothers eyes, like looking up at the beautiful, bright, blue-sky with a very electrifying look on the rim around the iris. And mine, and mine, my blue eyes. My eyes have all the oxygen in the world. As if they’ve just reached for a breath of fresh air and are truly alive. Blue eyes, blue eyes, they’re thriving.