It is cold in this car
Your breath makes firework shaped gaps
on the ice encrusted on the inner windshield
We wait for the heat to kick in
I'm already buckled up, nested between strap and seat
You're not though
You instead wait until you've eased out the clutch
Hand leaving first gear
Gliding it into second
Only then does the seat belt go on
The buckle only clicking between gears
between stall or movement
between possibilities