I have a mole. No, not of the animal variety nor the espionage kind. It’s a little mole I have right smack at the centre of my upper chin below my lower lip. It used to be really teeny. But I think it has grown (slightly) over the years. I mean, you can actually see it now in those photos with a relatively close-up shot of my face. I don’t remember it being this visible in photos of me when I was younger.
The mole is slightly raised. And when I am concentrating or thinking through something, my fingers naturally reach out to touch the mole. Even if it’s just a passing thought, I find myself unconsciously touching it.
The gesture is sacred. To me. For that, is my thinking mole.