You're So Vein

 While taking a shower last night I paused and looked at my hands, palm sides. Maybe it was the lighting or temperature or something, but the tiny veins in my hands were so visible. Every tiny crease and vessel were cartoonish, distinct and colorful. I said to my self "that's me"... "this is me?" and started to grimace. Immediately after the initial "blegh" I started to notice the beauty in the branching veins and blues and purples. Like roots, like earthly design. I thought about palm reading and the amazing work our hands, my hands, have accomplished with art, craft, carrying, soothing, touching. It became self love and I kissed the fleshy, soft thumb-heal part. Then turned my hands over and kissed the tops like I was courting me. It's wild because I didn't even really think about it, I just did it, it was a new reaction I somehow suddenly developed. Kissing someone else I love has always been easy, but how magical that I acted so sweetly to my own self!