Cool summer night. Driving with the top down and the heat on. Such a great sensation. (Get a load of that not-quite sentence structure.) Cool wind swirling around from above, warm air blowing up from below--quite delicious.

It reminds me of when I was a child. My siblings and I liked to sit outside near the dryer vent, in the early spring and the fall. We would warm ourselves in the sweet-smelling, slightly humid hot air blowing out of the vent. Looking back on it, this was probably not healthy in some way or another, but at the time that didn't matter. Nothing like a little Downy-scented warmth the take the edge off of a cold game of tag or hide-and-go-seek. It was a comforting spot.

I miss my dryer vent. But I do like my Jeep.