I get home, run upstairs, and throw my things on the floor. I lie back on my comforter, making a list of all the things I need to do tomorrow. I start writing the lyrics to a new song I'm writing (currently unnamed). I've never written a love song before and I want to take a crack at it. Realizing I should record this as I write, I open up improVox. I also realize I need headphones to record sound and so I run down stairs and suddenly-
I stop. Because I have stepped on the vent.
And it is oh, so, warm....
Yes, today marks the official beginning of fall for SWB.
During the fall, winter, and early spring I spend most of my time in long night gowns standing above vents. It's like your body becomes a circus tent of billowing warmth.
It's like magic! Vent turns on, leaves fall down. Vent goes off, so do coats.
I love autumn. Or fall. Whichever suits your fancy.
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