First touch, your skin meets mine.
- A hand offered to help climb a wall
- The exchange of change in a bar or shop
- A child taking your hand
- A tap on the arm to silently draw your attention to something
- Handing something over, a book, a computer, a mug of tea
It’s electric, creating a warm fizz throughout my body. A beautiful thing amongst new friends, memorable and fizzy. If there’s something more than friendship on my mind it can be like the 4th of July, a full fireworks display ignited by a silent, fleeting touch. It’s an effective way of silencing me. I can’t pull a sentence together with all those noisy fireworks filling my mind. There’s silence while they fade and the moment is left behind. There can only ever be one first touch. But there can be so many other ‘firsts’ that ignite many a firework display.