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The quiet indoors has its charms, but I wanted to see what the warmth was doing behind the fluted metal radiator. Squeezing into the narrow gap behind the white cast-iron fins, I discovered a stiff yellow bus transfer ticket resting against the baseboard. Utterly calm. I paused to test the upward drift of dry, warm air. With a slow push of my lower black limb, I prodded the card until it slanted upright, lodged neatly between two flutes of the iron grate. When the radiator hums, the card flutters faintly like an amber sail. A subtle, orderly adjustment.