Where The Fires LieMy acquaintance who owns and drives a convertible points out that with a stout hat, a good scarf, and the heater making the most merry that it can, there is a surprisingly large range of weather in which the top can be down. It can be quite cool out, and yet very lovely. I think the main rule is to make sure nothing is falling from the sky, or will be in short order.
I have my own poor corner of that landscape. This evening, I took to taking the car about with the roof open to the sky, cool wind whistling over as I went. It was an invitation to the coming season, a request for haste. It was also nice to have the world coming back in through windows, scrubbing away a bit of the boundary between in here and out there that we find ourselves behind when the cold comes. So I drove, with a little less between me and that, wanting less still. To be sure: I had the heater on.
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