Sunny frames, do you brighten days of faces met in air-conditioned aula?

Glasses lucky, how do you feel about my quiddity of four breaths on each lens and three taps on each side of bridge before setting sail to see?

Lenses amber, do you mind if I set you down gently–for a mental adjustment–before taking on this maledicent tongue?

Ochre oculars, when scanning a cyclopean vista, do you prefer either piquing peaks or pleasant plateaus in the periphery?