Because it's not enough to have been fingerprinted twice in the last four months...? Third time is the charm with a new gig, and this time I got to do it at the Florida Department of Law Enforcement. Here a person held my fingers on the scanner, something I was not prepared for, because last time I was here - about six years ago - no one touched my hands that I remember. "Nice deep prints," she says. "Don't ever commit a crime," she laughs. "Your prints will be easy to lift!" And then we both laugh. If she only knew just how crime-a-phobic I am. I tell her about a personality quiz I took and how I have an equal amount of loops and circles on my fingerprints; so I have dual personalities. Because, well, that's what you want the FDLE to know when you are being finger printed, right? Yuppers, I am so witty... Ummm, and thankfully not suspicious looking. But I digress... What really gave me pause to think was how Surprised I was when she touched my hand to ensure my fingers had accurate pressure on the scanner, to get a good print. I mean, I flinched. It's not that I was weirded out. It was just not expected... And then I was like "Oh this is what a hand feels like!" And I realized then that it's been a while since someone touched my hand... So long that it felt almost foreign. And that time before was kinda fleeting. And I had also been surprised. It would be so nice to hold a hand again... Like kids on a playground just happy to walk together and skip along to a favorite song. Perhaps I want to hold someone's hand again for longer than a fleeting moment. Healing touch... peace and love. Not to possess but to share warmth. Because let's face it, the world can be cold and cruel. And it's the best feeling to cross the street holding the hand of someone you love. They have some nice abstract art on the walls here, too, by the way... 🌹