A Measure of Warmth

A faint warmth seeped through my right palm. Resting against the blue metal flank of the vehicle, I felt the slight vibration of my own joint softly aligning. Deliberately, I shifted my weight forward onto the pavement, lifting my hand just an inch away from the smooth panel before setting it back down. The metallic surface was solid and reassuring under my fingertips. Straightening my posture beneath the wide brim of my hat, I paused to observe the quiet harbor across the road, steady on my own two feet.