What Touches Us ? Joy. Fear. Desire. A moment, or a memory of one ? Touch is a hand, held. It's roughhousing with our children. on the floor, in the evening, after work. It's a moment, the first moment, with our baby girl, just born. It's a connection to the you son we've never been able to held. It's grasping for fame and hoping fame smiles back. It's praying. It's an autumn afternoon in the park with the ones we love. Touch brings us closer, strengthens us, makes us better than we were before.