Some people are lovely when they study. With their knuckles presses up against their cheek, hair disheveled, eyes running rampant back and fourth and back and back and fourth across the sprawl of pages across the dining room table. Glasses askew, completely unaware of my gawking at them. Too enveloped in their thoughts of science and economics and the like and whatnot to notice that I cannot take my brown eyes off of their weary brows.
Read on brothers and sisters, read on.