My legs ought
 to be fused where they're crossed just now, so warm
 without a sticky thought as though there's no
 difference between them. My left toes are wedged 
between the driver's seat and the arm rest, and a 
fuzzy* is across my lap. The sunlight neatly avoids my 
knee, wait, we've turned to NE and the sun now only
 splashes the car door. My right toes are on the
 flashlight under the seat in front of me. My head 
dips towards the paper, but not in a focused or lazy 
way. So brilliantly green out... the shadows are what cause me 
to remember things...


*fuzzy is a family name for fleece jackets, of which 
                 we have many.