He does a quick check of his peripheral, moving only his eyes, subtlety being a point of pride for Henry. All clear. This intersection sanctuary belongs to him alone. Slowly he raises his right hand from the steering wheel. Like a familiar dance, he twirls his index finger thrice and inserts it into his right nostril. He feels the satisfactory squish and withdraws his newest prize. holding it close to his face for inspection. He sniffs (he always sniffs), and deposits it on the dashboard with his other treasures.
I loved the reading on gestures by Francine Prose. I found it very insightful as to the nuances of everyday life. My creative response isn’t nearly as complex as the examples given in the reading, but it was inspired by it.