In the most remote of places.

She gripped around my left wrist and moved up towards my hand. She looked inside my palm, chose to go between the pinky and ring fingers, then turned back around. Wrapped herself around the heart and index fingers, holding them tight together and making a ring with her muscular body around the fourth finger.

Then she stop. It was a familiar handshake. My hand wrapped in a mudra she decided for both of us. The pressure was right. It was simple to understand what we were both speaking. She found her spot, and somehow we both were better off with each other. I remembered how familiar her hugh was and everything I owed her.

Sometimes you meet life in the most remote of places.