I’m thinking about the times when I was a bony kneed little boy, just stepping out of a bathtub during a cold New York season. The times in my life when a bath towel could completely wrap my frame while I scrunched myself into a ball, with towel under my feet and bottom and wrapped taut to my chin. That tight little tent could contain within its terrycloth walls all the heat that one little heart could make, and the goosebumps would slowly erase themselves from my skin. While I revel in memories of safety, I am lamenting all the people in the world who do not have, and have never known, such protection.