They’re dainty, graceful, petite. My fingers may be short and a bit bony, but they are slender enough to slide under couches and desks when retrieving things that rolled underneath the very tiny space between that and the floor.
And I love to touch. To feel something with my fingertips. Whether it be a light caress or forceful taps. I have no preference.
I couldn’t imagine life without my hands. I would not be able to
…dip my fingers into the cake batter
…run my fingers through my hair after a fresh cut
…squeeze my nephews’ baby-soft cheeks
…vogue (if there was ever an occasion when I needed to)
…hold on for dear life, literally.
Among many many many other things, I’m grateful for these hands. These particular hands. That have gone through much. And can tell a few interesting stories. And will continue to.
What’s your best (or favorite) feature? Get as shallow or as deep as you wish. Judgment-free space here.