Old hands

She always sits with her hands in her lap. She rests them there. She doesn't make any hand gestures or anything as if the hands were in standby mode. I was sitting next to her and thought her hands looked ancient. I touched them and caressed the paper-thin skin which was translucent, almost transparent. The hands were soft, soft and warm, the perfect temperature hands can be if you need to warm up your face with them after a walk in the fields. Skin still breathing. She cannot clench her hands into fists anymore. But she can hold my face real close to hers when she's giving me a kiss.