I have a thing about hands and feet.
I like that they're never ugly- you see ugly people, but never ugly hands or feet.
It's almost as if a person's inner virtues; their hopes, their dreams, the beauty and lightness of their soul is shown through their outermost extremities.
Whether rickety, pudgy, veiny or otherwise, hands and feet of all varieties seem to shine with a radiance all their own.
You can tell so much about a person from their hands.
If, one day, for some inexplicable reason beyond human control, the faces of every person on earth were suddenly wiped from existence, I think we'd be able to get along just fine, just by looking at their hands.