Seeing my veins in vain

I got a good look at my veins today. I always knew they were there, but more of a common knowledge knowing. Today I really looked at my hands, for a while. Under all those thin, fleshy layers of skin I saw them bigger and thicker and more ample than ever before. Spidery,  cold cold blue, ample and circulating. My blood is so healthy. I am healthy.  I looked at the maze of blood in awe, wondering how these would look under a white light. So full, so rich and thick.
I kept pinching thumb until the tight skin turned white, and the tip was swollen with thick crimson.  A vampire would be so lucky.
I wanted to see the transition from blue to dark red, and I could feel it all rush to my cheeks, warm and bothered. I was embarassed by my own thought. What was I thinking?
I released my grip from my hand and I walked on, my finger still pumping slowly.
Today I realized how vital my blood is. It carries my emotions. It cradles my youth.