Layered like the delicious smell of lasagna; the earth’s crust to core; a cheese-like shield. Porous, rough, callous. A virtuous gift; the gods cloaked me in warmth. Protection from the fiery luminous – crisping bacon. Hot stove making my nerves shout in fear. Briar brush thorn trickling blood. Soft brush against – cat fur or comforter. Lying in bed, resting my head. Bones relax, breathe without tax. Blood flows underneath like a complex subway system. Many winters of chattering teeth as giants clear the snowy avenues of chilly snowball dream.