My mom's eyes are a bright blue, like waves crashing and powerful like the current. They are wide and caring. They make me feel comfortable and cared about. My sisters eye are dark brown. They are like a cup of black coffee, relaxing. They are as relaxed as a bear during hibernation. They often appear sleepy, like they have been up for too long, worrying.

My eyes are a swirl of brown and green, a concoction of emotion and experiences.  They change from dark to bright like a light switch. They go from a mild hazzle to a screaming green. They are distracted and distant, they search for adventure and adrenaline.