gnarled, veiny hands and forearms,
(and feet too, from too much walking),
an interest in the blues,
a propensity for hedonism,
a love for the written word,
an appreciation of beauty in stretches of untamed road,
contrasting views of the world,
and an unceasing fascination with each other.
– dug up an old tidbit I’d scribbled sometime earlier this year. Inspired by something Shalmi said.