When was the last time you really looked at someone? I mean really looked at him. Thought, “what color would I call those eyes?”; traced the lines and speckles and dimples and creases around and around the face; watched the nostrils flare in a tiny way with each exhalation?

I ask because I do it very little.

It is possible, of course, that this feeling is entirely unique to me, but to look somebody full in the face fills me with a peculiar vulnerability. And I call it peculiar because I feel exposed, without having any conscious concept of what I’m . . . exposed to. But regardless of any peculiarity – there it is!

Blah, blah, blah, my feelings. The point is I don’t look at people much. Not carefully, anyway.

The exception to this rule is my dearest friend Jerry. (You shouldn’t call him “Jerry.” I sometimes fear the odd slap in the face when I do.) I look at Jerry frequently and with massive attention. And I think it’s because that particular vulnerability feels utterly appropriate in his company. It feels like exactly what I should –

Oh there I go again with the feelings. My sincerest apologies.

I’d like to hear from you, if I might put you through the trouble, about this. Do you feel the same? Do you look at people? I mean really? Which people? Why? Tell me! Tell me everything!

And have yourself a terrific day.