A Pocket of Warm Wind

I trotted inside right as the evening chill settled in, padding softly across the dark hallway floorboards. Psshh—a sudden gust of toasty air brushed right past my ankles! I stopped short. Right ahead lay the slotted metal floor register, humming with a warm, steady breeze. Curious! I marched up close and planted my sneakers right along the warm iron rim. Whoosh! The invisible updraft billowed straight into my jacket, puffing the fleece fabric up like a little sail. I crouched down low, holding both plush hands over the cozy metal slats. An indoor campfire right in the floorboards!