I think it’s one of the loveliest things you can do.  Palm against palm … warming each other.

I often sit in IZY on the lovely black couch by the window.  Out there is the flow of humanity.  Many people walk alone but my eyes go to the couples and groups – the lovers, the families, the friends.

I watch hands.

Where do they go?  Are they full of stuff or open to the world?  Are they stuffed into pockets?  Does left join right behind the back … so contorted? 

And arms.  Do they hang limply?  Or is there an angle at the elbow?  Perhaps a crossing over the chest.

But here’s my big question:

Do people hold hands?

See the photo.  Grandma and grandpa are running with granddaughter.  And their hands are joined.  Lovely.

Yesterday I was on a mission: look out the window and find couples holding hands.  I saw lots of folks arm-in-arm, and that was cool.  Others walked with no contact, of the bodies or eyes.  I felt sad when I saw them.  We human beings are made for touch.

And then there were the lovers, where the word is so alive.  Hands cuddled, hearts as well.  Lots of them strolling through their lives, right in front of me.  Young, old and medium.  I smiled.

The world needs hands that find each other

That fit perfectly

Softly