The heated air of the garage reminded me how hot Oklahoma is this July. We keep the air conditioning low enough and I rarely make it out of the house often enough I risk forgetting the real temperature. So, when I hit the lighted 80s era button on the wall to wake up the door and send it suddering along the rails above the dark blue Honda Odyssey minivan the cooler outside air sloshing in low as the warm air gushed out high raised a curious feeling like happy surprise or wonderment in my body.
Were my mission not critical or were I not on a mission at all I would have walked to the threshold—maybe a little past—and stood there, part of the morning, enjoying both coolness and curiosity.
Day 383