“Home! That was what they meant, those caressing appeals, Those soft touches wafted through the air, those invisible little hands pulling and tugging, all one way.”
“Those who meant well behaved in the same way as those who meant badly.”
“Today on the way home, it snows. Big, soft caressing flakes fall onto our skin like cold moths; the air fills with feathers.”
“The hand touched my cheek again. It wasn’t soft and cool like Gina’s. It was warm, with calloused fingertips like those of….….a guitar player.”
“through prayer we can reach into the future and with loving hands touch those beyond our reach.”
“Dancing was another one of those choice I made that I didn't know until way later what it really meant.”