The Volv

I drive an '88 Volvo stationwagon -- silver with black interior. It's a hot car, if you know what I mean. I greatly appreciate and think highly of the Volv. Today, however, my love grew in leaps and bounds. Mid-afternoon I left a meeting and was feeling a little miserable as I made my way across the parking. The wind was blowing, my face stung, and my throat hurt. I got to my car, fumbled with the keys to unlock the door, got inside, and... bliss. I unknowingly parked facing the sun, which transformed my humble wagon into a greenhouse. By the time I arrived, the interior had reached a wonderfully toasty temperature. Not too hot, not too cold. Amazing. The highlight of my day.