Blast of Heat

One of the things I miss about New York in the winter is how on almost every block there is a hotel that heats its entryway. So, when you’re cold and rushing down the street, you get these moments of bliss from the blast of hot air. I wonder if the doormen know this, and wait to see the glee on each persons face as they scurry by! This is a random thought, I know, but it was cold this morning, and the hotel across the street from my office actually does heat their entrance.  I’m sure it’s a waste of energy and bad for the environment, but I love it.