"Sometimes when we touch, the honesty is too much..." and so goes the song.
Imagine, this is what I want to say to my little mouse. I don't know how it happens, but in the past months I have had to change quite a few. I liked the one with the ball beneath -- I would upturn it and roll it; sometimes, I would take it out and toss it around.
Now, there is this spiffy one with an electric blue light. It looks beautiful at night, if I choose to sit in the dark with only the monitor on. The blue casts a hue on my palm and the lines on them appear so sharply delineated. As though my destiny is being writ that very minute.
Ah, and this picture -- a life well-lived?