I cannot see my eyes. Odd really, but there it is. If I don't have my glasses on there isn't a hope of seeing what is in the mirror. What is there before me is so indistinct as to be recognizable as an eye but NOT 'my eye or eyes.'
Like many other youngsters-I assume, I spent hours gazing into the mirror looking at my eyes. I can recall being banished from the bathroom counter for spending too long looking at my seven year old eyes. There were the infinite images captured between the triple mirrors as I positioned myself to "make up my eyes" in my youth. With age my fleeting reflection was caught in mirrors and puddles,lakeside and in the eyes of my sons and lover. But somewhere over time the ability to actually look into my own was lost to me.
A 10x magnifier attached to the bathroom mirror to capture the random whiskers of the post-menopausal age recently changed all this. Glasses on, positioned just so- to avoid distortion, I can once again look into my aging eyes and see. And what I saw was moss agate. Huh! My eyes are not grey, nor green, nor even blue. They for all the world, look like moss agate.