Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.
My grandfather’s face had eyes with a soft twinkle in them, in an instant they could turn to a stare, or an angry glare powerful enough to resolve ill intentions in advance, anywhere.
His face stood out powerful and strong as a bronze Greek statue. A patina never formed on that strong metallic looking face, it had a lifetime protective coating of complete love and peace and it was always well shaved with an old straight razor.
His face was never green from envy but slowly formed a deep brown patina from many years of exposure to every conceivable kind of wind and weather on two continents.
I will always remember that face.