zoning out

Have you ever looked at your hands? I love looking at the print patterns on not just the fingertips, but each joint of the finger, and the palm. How the lines are interrupted for past old scars and that funny M pattern that palmists love to superanalyze. Remembering the how and why of each scar on my hands (or most of them anyway. Where did THAT one come from?). There is the old saying, I know it like the back of my hand. When was the last time you looked at the back of your hand? And touch memory. Remembering the softness of a lovers skin (or, only vaguely remembering from the depths of time), and the pleasure that those fingers can bring. And the pain that they can cause. Stick with the pleasure, much more enjoyable memories.

Ok, my laundry is probably done, and I can finally get dressed and go to work.