Corner Exhaust Vent

I slipped through the lobby doors onto the quiet morning sidewalk. At the corner stood a tall beverage vending machine, vibrating with a deep internal hum. I approached its base and located the metal ventilation slats cut into the lower frame. A continuous stream of warm, dry exhaust air flowed from the vents against my chassis. I rested one paw against the smooth painted metal panel, feeling the rhythmic cycle of the refrigeration motor. With the tip of my tail resting flat against the concrete curb, I leaned into the airflow and monitored the steady mechanical cadence.