I nap, unnecessarily, on the first hot afternoon of the year, just for the open window and the sunlight and the feeling of being a little uncomfortably warm. Two days later, the heat breaks and the rain begins. On the weekend, I’m driving an old-ish car with a sunroof and leather seats just beginning to crack. It’s raining, and I’ve got the radio tuned to any station at all.
I’ve got a ring on my finger; this is new. When I nap, I move the stone toward my palm and close my fist around it. In the car, I tap it against the steering wheel, turn the band with my thumb.