Friday, October 5, 2012

Comfort

The thermostat slides over in my hand, 'tick,' as it catches up with itself and clicks into place.  Small flowing sounds of a silenced indoor waterfall fill my walls as the vents are refilled after their parched summer.  More 'tick tick tick' and whirring as the inner mechanics come to life like a long dormant construct.  The smell of dusty warmth escapes into the air and my two bedroom apartment readies to adjust itself to a crisp 69 degrees.  It smells liked sun warmed cat fur.

Something oddly comforting about the sounds and smells of turning on our heater for the first time this year.

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