Fingers

Have you ever seen something so lovely that you feel as though your face is going to tear itself apart under the strain of the smile it generates?

Like your lungs are about to explode away from the sharp euphoric ache bulging behind them?

…

It wasn’t just because they deserved one another, from a karmatic justice perspective. Both of them accidentally beautiful, and damaged, in their own respective fashions. It was the way she took his hand for the first time…willful, but unsure at first, then coiling and squeezing and squirming with delight once contact was reached..

Eyes may be the windows to the soul…but the hands are the doors.