With bodies as with people you notice the freckles first and only later the line on first white knuckle where, accidentally, the axe went in, obliquely, eighteen years ago.
And among the things I notice first and ask about: the rhythm like an engine that will bring you shuddering to the side of that road waving flashers, saying help help waving flares and saying hold me wait.
Also on the questionnaire: your feelings about the proper position of car windows in summer. Your slim belly: how is it maintained? And what is at the top of mountains? All this love in so short a span. I became fat like a moth hairy antennae probing saying What next? And what light?
A holiday passes unnoticed by. One or two short phrases of foreign speech are learned. A short-haired dog grows to love the Seattle weather.
In our short lives we are reconstituted, also, like moths.