Dear Members and Constituents,
Remember that first infatuation? Young and innocent, pure
and authentic. Not quite sure what the attraction meant and not quite ready to
take it anywhere, something in your inexperienced brain just flipped. Eyes like
deep opalescent pools of marmalade, lips like ripe plums ready for the picking
and hair like waves of silky wheat blowing in the wind. Lost in the feeling.
Restless nights filled with visions of unreachable perfection and implausible
stratagems to break the touch barrier. Ah, touch. That often overlooked sense
seems to somehow hold the key to bliss. A shoulder bumped in passing, a casual
tap. A cheek caressed, a handshake, a hug. If only you could gather the courage
to touch that blissfully oblivious someone. Why that senseless urge for a
seemingly ephemeral connection? Like a slow motion drop of water dissolving
into an infinite pool, you envision an invisible energy exchange connecting you
to that timeless someone; a moment forever etched into your senses. Nothing has
changed yet nothing can ever be the same. Remember? Of course you do! Perhaps
touch is more transcendental than we give it credit for. Stephen Hawking seems to think so… Then again, it may
just be a sweet notion held by a sappy old man. Speaking of sweet, Jennifer
Mecaller delights us this morning with four dozen donuts, eagerly awaiting your
attentions. As usual, they’re sitting in Ed’s office (who is out, recovering
from rotator cuff surgery, so he won’t be touching these babies –or cramping
your style when you do).
Happy Friday!
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