When someone touches you, how do you let them know it meant something to you? How do you thank them for the invaluable impression it left on you, the lasting love that you suddenly can cling to that wasn't there before? The little light that illuminates the end of a dark tunnel and make you feel a little more human again?
Sometimes words cannot do the job; actions speak louder. So I will make sure those who touch me know they did in one way or another as a way to reciprocate the love.
The rain started and now the leaves are coming down in droves. Heavy with precipitation, they can no longer cling to their branches. Down they drift, in random air patterns, before laying on the ground and displaying their last bits of color before grinding back into the earth.