The light, flowing out from under the edge of a parasol of bluish crystal, spilled up against the hand, and made every contour of the skin apparent, exaggerating the powerful knuckles and the veins engorged by the pressure of the arm.
The Hand by Colette
Unlike the protagonist in Colette’s short story, who is repulsed by her new husband’s hand, I find a man’s hand to be very appealing – especially when holding an early morning cup of coffee.
I am also fascinated by the hands of a man when he is chopping wood, hammering, building a fire, baiting a hook, tying a fly fishing lure, braiding dock lines, knotting a tie, putting on cufflinks, shaving, changing a tire, waxing a car, steering an outboard motor, flipping hamburgers on the grill, gripping a golf club, skipping stones, strumming a guitar, painting a fence, petting an animal, and taking my hand.
For some women it’s a man’s eyes, smile, or build that attracts. For me, a man’s hands in the ways he can craftily utilize them in everyday tasks that expresses and reveals far more than a deliberate, flirtatious smile or seductive glance. Just observe a man when he fixes an object such as a computer. There is nothing pretentious about the way a man opens up a computer, carefully unscrewing all the miniature intricacies of this complex machine. Thoughts, plan of action, and execution are all translated by the ways the hands can manipulate their physical environment. The true window to the soul? Don’t be fooled by the eyes. Observe a skillful pair of hands and see how they can manage, translate thoughts, and reveal.
Well said! Thanks so much Rena!