Sunday, September 11, 2005

A Hint Of The Future I Hope

I got to hold hands today. Well, sort of. I love fingers and hands and forearms and holding them and being in posession of them. There is something so amazing about that kind of extremely innocent human contact that feels so good. It's a's's secure. It's not some drunk guy trying to grope you or get their hands somewhere you don't want them. It's welcome and calm and warm. I love how they fit together...hands, that is.


Norton said...

I've a very bad habit of, when holding hands, offering just my little finger for the "lady" to hold.

I have no idea why, but I do recall it's something my Grandad used to do when I was about five.

I may need help.

NotCarrie said...

I think that's sweet.

Does it bother her?