Today I am opening the windows and letting the breeze ruffle through our belongings and around all the heavy, solid things in our lives that haven’t moved all winter.
It feels—and smells—delicious.
I always miss the feel of moving air in the winter, the sound of it getting tangled up in the venetian blinds. The impulse to open a window comes I think from the same, half-conscious prompting to reach across and hold your partner’s hand as you walk along together, just a way of saying I’m here with you, I enjoy being with you.
I enjoy being with the earth.
Even in our very much suburban neighborhood. We still have grass and trees, and I feel a friendly sort of shared silence with the windows open, a connection that requires no tending while I wash dishes and fold laundry and edit a short story.
I like things that require no effort.
Especially coming off such a long, creatively & emotionally dry winter.
Today feels good.