Steam
Sauna
It's
hot, it's dry... the sun goes down... it's cold, it's still
dry... ah, but wait.... chilled towels (in your mind), the
toasty mothless scent of fresh cedar (real), marble (again,
in your mind), ambient lighting, watching the sunrise from
an eastward window as soft, warm jets of steam
pour
from
the mouths of cherubs, nostrils of dragons, tentacles of
octopuses, and whatever else we can think to tastefully
pipe in steam through. In operation after sunset, before
sunrise, in some desiccated desert, somewhere.