"Heat, like gravity, penetrates every substance of the universe..."
-- Joseph Fourier, The Analytical Theory of Heat
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| Orange popsicle, hot cocoa, marshmallows 6-9-14 |
"We laughed a lot and I grew warmer still,
lovely and warm."
-- Franny Billingsley, Chime
Yesterday was cold and windy, rainy and gray.
Not what you'd expect almost mid-June.
I was chilled all morning. It was the kind of chill that settled deep in my bones and refused to budge.
Then Sam and I got in my car to drive somewhere for lunch.
My car has heated seats.
We cranked those babies up to high and let 'em toast our backsides all the way there and all the way back.
Heated seats are like a warm, cozy hug from behind, the way they wrap around you and melt away the chill.
They make a drive feel more like a snuggle.
When I'm really, really cold, they feel really, really good.
