It looks a little bit like the symbol for recycling - not a one-for-one exchange, but symbiotic exchange running on a continuous loop.
...maybe it's something I always do, the counting.
I wonder, had this been a relay and not a reboot, if he'd been around to meet you, how he would have felt about this quirky situation of ours?
I stammered and resisted. He grabbed hold of my wrist and pulled me toward the shower door. I watched as he pushed the handle away from "hot" to "cold" and held me there.
I wouldn't (probably) mind more rope in my life, but I come back to that question of connection.