Shoulders

Something gets me about shoulders.

The way they're shaped is perfect.
Have you ever stopped to think about them?

It would seem as though they were created for heads to rest in.

Sometimes intimately.

Sometimes friendly.

Sometimes comfortingly.

A friend of mine came up to me crying. She wasn't really up for talking, but she was able to place her head in my shoulder.

You know what?

That probably meant more than anything I could have come up with to speak.

They say actions speak louder than words.
I feel compelled to agree.

Jonathan

"For the times they are a-changing"
-Bob Dylan