Saturns rings

Suspended in space, somewhere near the rings of saturn. He brushes the glass ever so lightly with his finger tips. No other part of him can move. The eyes locked in with the eyes on the other side of the glass. The eyes through the pane seem to wobble. They used to look straight into his soul now they ever so slightly shift to see what’s behind him. He follows suit now and cannot help being lost in the vastness of expansion that continues past her strands of hair. Saturn takes up most of the view. The earth resting at the bottom of his gaze.