We were at a swap meet on the west side, and he stopped to check out some clunky big greasy car part, some part that is Greek to me. He placed his hands on it, like he was caressing a baby.
I thought, what beautiful hands. Big, powerful, beefy, strong. He swings a mighty sledge hammer with those hands.
He feels motor parts with those hands. He can tell the fitness of a part, feeling the strength, or the weakness, of some heavy metal car part.
He lifts engines and other heavy equipment with those hands.
He disassembles and puts back together in intricate detail, pieces and parts, with those hands.
Such powerful, beautiful hands.
He touches me gently with those hands.