| Trail Hand
(November 17, 2007) I lead with my better foot and with a sure hand as well, with moves that are at times graceful and in most instances just good enough. But as I pull away each time my other hand will drag across whatever I�m receding from, so that it spills or falls sideways. I�m always turning to look at things that I crushed or tore or broke with mouth and eyes agape. The truth is, I�m more clumsy than I look. |