There are those people who can get under my skin so completely that I think of them in the oddest moments of a day.

I can be moving along, getting ready for work, and hear a news report on the radio and think of that person right away because I know it would be interesting to him/her.

I can be chatting with my boss and she can say something random to me and suddenly I’m quoting poets and being reminded of a certain person.

Anyone mentions 5-year-olds or relates a story about a child that age, my niece is instantly on my mind and I can hear her voice in my head. Or mention a baby and my nephew is the picture I imagine, snuggling up to his infinite softness.

I like it when someone gets under my skin. I like that sense of connection, that presence. It’s comforting and exciting at once. It’s like the delicate strands of a spiderweb linking us together.

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Under My Skin
Frank Sinatra

I’ve got you under my skin
I’ve got you deep in the heart of me
So deep in my heart, that you’re really a part of me
I’ve got you under my skin

I’ve tried so not to give in
I’ve said to myself this affair never will go so well
But why should I try to resist, when baby will I know than well
That I’ve got you under my skin

I’d sacrifice anything come what might
For the sake of having you near
In spite of a warning voice that comes in the night
And repeats, repeats in my ear

Don’t you know you fool, you never can win
Use your mentality, wake up to reality
But each time I do, just the thought of you
Makes me stop before I begin
’cause I’ve got you under my skin

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“Experience is never limited, and it is never complete; it is an immense sensibility, a kind of huge spider web of the finest silken threads suspended in the chamber of consciousness, and catching every airborne particle in its tissue.” ~ Henry James ~