They say one of the best ways to judge a man besides the quality of his shoes is the way he shakes his hand.
Some have a nice firm one, the kind that exudes confidence, calm and leaves you warm. Others shake it as if they have lost all blood in the arm and leave it hanging, makes one wonder if they never learnt that its bad manners to leave your dirty linen hanging in public. tch..
Much like their personality, their hand shakes. I've had a lot of very interesting and very varied hand-shakes. I've learnt from them all..
There was this one handshake in particular, it belonged to 'ck' and 'dh'.. It's origin, I don't remember but it felt like it was born with the universe and gained immortality. It was synonymous with a nice, smooth, easy, comfort ridden rush as it comes. Our bond was much the same. No effort at all and yet as embracing as a full-blown trip.
We learnt to kiss the sky and we learnt to dive into the abyss.
We crashed and we soared, got burnt and were reborn...
There have been many other hand-shakes, no doubt and they all had their importance but this is not their time. Theirs will come in due course. However, I miss that handshake. I have still got so many but this one's absence leaves me all prickly feet like the final missing piece in the collectors collectibles. I wish it and it's soul well for they were fellow trippies and they are family. I wish them the best of 'ying' and 'yang' and I hope to someday swap shakes with them before the curtain comes down on this play of ours.
