When a person has too much time to think...

For the sake of writing about something other than Asia, Thailand or Chiang Mai... maybe this is something just about everyone can relate to. Do you ever think about the story your hands could tell? Some of us use our hands to flap around all over the place to tell a story, sure, but I mean the life your hands have lived. They're pretty amazing little things. Think about all the places they've been. From spending most of their time in your infant gummy mouth to all the squishy and plastic toys they've grabbed at. All the different floors they've crawled on, all the dirt they've dug pudgy dirty fingers in. All the words they've written, pages they've turned, high fives they've given, monkey bars they've grabbed and clung onto. All the doors they've opened, buttons they've pushed, hands they've shook. Think of all the information your hands have gathered, the fact that you can look at just about anything and know what it will feel like before your hands get to it. Your hands will know what food will feel like before you know what it tastes like. All chores they've done, the music they've made, or balls, bats, clubs and rackets they've played with. All the trees and rocks and handrails they've climbed. All the emails they've written and keys they've typed! All the 'hello' and 'goodbye' waves from afar, all the flirty little gestures, the hugs they've made a little tighter. Think of all the places your hands will go; how much you will count on them. How little credit you give them. You know what they look like, front and back, left and right - you see them everyday, but maybe you haven't been grateful enough to say, "Thanks, you two." Look at those handsome little things and be amazed at the story they could tell.