Touched

Man I hope it's raining after I get off work. I"m sitting here staring at it and I would absolutely love to go outside and feel the rain.

They're like the Wild Children, the Touched are. When you look into their eyes, you know that they are from somewhere else, and they're here to do a job. They are Touched because they know why they're here and what they need to do. They are the people you see walking down the street without umbrellas, the people who stop to smell roses, the people who sing even though they haven't had lessons and are by no standards good.

They are Touched by something, and that Touch allows them to see the world for what it really is, and what you really are. Cultures have called them "Old Souls" in a variety of ways. They are the people who look at you and see right through you. The ones you hope are wearing glasses so that something dilutes that vision of theirs.

Yet you are slightly jealous of them because they have that vision and you are acutely aware that they are seeing something you can't.

I saw a bumper sticker the other day that said "Caution, I Stop for Fairies, Elves, Leprechauns, and Other Creatures Only I Can See". Well why not?

Swine Flu

Not to make light of the situation.... but...