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Today I put my hands in the pockets of my jeans and walked. It was an unconscious decision to walk like that, with my hands in the pockets of my jeans, and it felt, admittedly, good. Just walking with my hands in my pockets. It struck me, once I noticed, that I rarely walk with my hands in my pockets. My hands are usually out and about, next to my hips, making odd gestures, paused in a jazzy rigor mortis. There was something cozy, comfortable, self contained about walking with hand in pocket. I wondered if perhaps there is an optimal time to walk with hand in pocket, in such a way. The Summer is perhaps too hot, palm heat being a tipping point to sweaty things, the winter necessitating something more strident, needy, hand in pocket of the parka out of necessity. Then I wondered if there is not a certain sort of person who naturally tends toward walking hands in pockets. A sort of calm, self contained, unassuming person. Or maybe they are not calm at all but a buzz of nerves, snug pockets offering solace to their wits. I walked for a while like that, then, noticing it would rain today, I stopped by the apartment to pick up a raincoat. The pockets of my raincoat are not like the pockets of my jeans.