Sterling eyes from behind the wheel of a sports coupe sitting at a stop light. Shades of grey that speak more volumes of information than I ever knew colors could. In the fleeting moments of a rolling stop I've become entranced within a heartbeat. Before I knew it or even before I had a chance to react, the car rolled on, moving on down the street and out of my thoughts, out of my life. It wouldn't be until nights later, when dreams reawakened something latent in my head. Night after night now I can't shake those eyes from my thoughts.