Maybe we don't notice - strands of hair, flakes of skin, car keys...
Juicy Fruit gum packages... I lost one of those once, maybe on a plane. Just before take-off, I'd pop a stick into my mouth and chew it until we reached cruising altitude.
Instead, what I think happens is we leave pieces of us with everyone we meet. A thought, an emotion, or change how someone feels.
Little pieces of us drop like feathers where ever we go. The convenience store. The bank. Work. Each day words we say; expressions we use; how we act leaves others with a positive or negative feeling. Something light as a feather can lift someone's day while a toss-away sarcastic remark makes them toss and turn.
You and I have feathers. Maybe we shouldn't try to tickle everyone. We might gather other feathers and make a duster.
The items we leave behind should resemble feathers - born on the wind, whisking in and out of doors, windows, and the lives of all around us.
First impressions, last impressions, the third degree - temperatures in between give others a read on us every moment of the day. I hope most of yours are soft as velvet with the lightness of a feather.
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