In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"I walked to the sliding glass door, which led to the patio, now empty of the redwood furniture my father had built. I knew the patio was out there and I knew the furniture wasn't, even though a sheet of plastic covered the door and obscured my vision. The plastic was put up to keep the cold winds from escaping through the unseen crevices around the door, although I couldn't see why it would matter anymore. I could hear the winds blowing and I knew they were cold winds, but I couldn't feel them."
The Angle: Vol. 1981
, Article 13.
Available at: http://fisherpub.sjfc.edu/angle/vol1981/iss1/13