Smoke Eyes Tell the Truth

Many, many years ago I dated a remarkable woman named Janet. She passed away from cancer well over two decades ago but I always remember something she told me one night, around a campfire, our only one if I recall correctly.

The wind shifted and our eyes were singed with smoke. Right there, she said, “Smoke eyes tell the truth.” I asked where that extraordinary phrase originated and she told me she had grown up with it.

After our eyes somewhat recovered, she went first with a truth and then I followed. We went late into the night.

I hadn’t thought of that campfire or that phrase for almost three decades, until this New Year’s Eve, and I sat around a campfire with someone, and we got smoke eyes. I recounted Janet’s story to my companion and we launched into some truth telling, which is always good for the soul, particularly to begin a new year and always around a campfire.

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