My need to go somewhere that begins again and again is helical, probably, in the wind. The semester ended with two vials of blood being taken from an area between my arms. Now that area is migratory and tugs a little. There should be a place built into society where a person awaiting the results of a blood test can go and sit and stay warm. If that place isn’t in another person.

Adam gave me his pilot gloves and showed me how, by stretching my arms out in front of me while I wear them, I can arrive warm.