In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"I took a bus to her city on a Sunday. Travelers are sparse on Sunday and for once I didn't end up next to a wino. The trip itself wasn't bad. I like moving towards places. She was waiting at the bus station. She looked much smaller than the last time I saw her or at least as I remembered her. We kissed, I put my arm around her, and her hand squeezed my hip reassuringly. Things were starting right."
The Angle: Vol. 1975
, Article 4.
Available at: https://fisherpub.sjfc.edu/angle/vol1975/iss1/4