#4

Hands. One, fingers gently curled around the steering wheel. Two, wrapped around a beige coffee mug, relaxed, the elbow underneath resting on the center arm rest. Leaning, unconsciously, towards three, resting on a thigh, mindless. Four, clutching, jostling a children’s toy, the attached arm outstretched behind him towards five, clenched into a ball, and six, reaching, fingers open, towards the toy. Six hands, warm, inside their own contained world. In their own shielded metallic bubble. Protected, from the crisp cold air and and visible puffs of car exhaust outside.