Usually in San Antonio, getting into your car after it has been parked for an hour in the sun is an ordeal. It is much like climbing into an oven. Everything is too hot to comfortably touch. There may or may not be swearing involved. It is one of my least favorite things about living here.
This morning was cool and breezy. When I left The Foundry and walked down the block to my car, I was shivering in the gusty wind. I buttoned up my sweater as I fumbled for my keys. What a surprise to discover the inside of my car was toasty and warm from sitting for an hour or so in the morning sun. I was grateful for that.
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