I was about to go to bed, relaxed, when I noticed that my roommate kept looking at me. His eyes fell on my arms… in the thick, dilated veins that ran through my forearms… in the tension I felt in my neck every time I breathed. There was no hurry. Just fascination, reverence and the quiet pleasure of admiring the veins as they deserve. A quiet and intimate moment for those who really appreciate the venous arms, vascular bodies and the beauty of muscles under pressure.