Brown. No, that doesn’t do them justice. Nutella. With roast walnut stripes webbing the iris. Or vica versa, almost-burnt roast chestnut iris decorated with hot chocolate swirls. Like the sun rays that bounce off a hundred years old tree’s bark, a thousand different shades blend together in perfect harmony.
And when those eyes look at me, the pupil swelling over its usual pinpoint size, I know….