Feelings

I love to feel, and I think a lot of people share this common sentiment. I love to feel – to touch – the deep crevices in old, black walnut trees. I love to feel the warm, sentimental hugs my parents give me whenever I return home from months away in boarding school. I love to feel the cool wind blow onto the side of my face as I crank the car window open just a little bit on the freeway.