The eyes have it

—It’s a rare day I walk my 2.8 miles on this rail-trail (Lehigh Valley RailTrail) without experiencing some kind of smile from a pretty lady.
There was one, sorta. Toward the end a couple approached holding hands. Wife, girlfriend, main-squeeze, whatever, and she was pretty.
The guy wore a “Penn State” hoodie.
“Penn State, eh,” I said stopping.
“Yes,” he said.
“State College?” I asked.
“Yep!”
“I’ll be driving past there on Thursday.”
“How come?” the guy asked.
“Altoona,” I said. “My brother and I chase and photograph trains there. We’re railfans.”
“Yada-yada-yada-yada,” at least 10 minutes, proving yet again that striking up a conversation is often worth it — usually pleasant.
Finally I couldn’t hold back any longer: “I'm sorry,” I said to main-squeeze; “but your eyes are incredible.”
“Well thank you,” she said, slightly embarrassed.
What I didn’t say is “you keep smiling like that and you’re gonna light up these woods!”
“You’re not the first pretty eyes I encountered this weekend. Two sets yesterday, and another set last weekend.
Look what we been missing. Now that we’re all wearing masks, I notice. Eyes, pretty eyes, and even prettier eyes!”
Her eyes were blue, and they sparkled. Her smile was fantastic.
Here I am trudging along on this rail-trail, and this guy comes along with a gorgeous female.
“Yada-yada-yada-yada,” but she was a distraction. And perish-the-thought, I think she was pleased I said something.
At least the dude didn’t clobber me. I guess he also liked I noticed her eyes — that we could all share a smile.
Rail-trail again tomorrow, I hope. That rail-trail often gives me blog-material.

• It seems only smilers are gorgeous. Females of debatable beauty become “gorgeous” when they smile at me. Main-squeeze’s smile made her incredible; more than just pretty.