I have officially added something to the list of my favorite things on earth: open windows.
The weather has been up and down here since the calendar officially welcomed in Spring. But through those past few weeks, even tonight’s glorious thunderstorm, my windows have remained open. Sometimes cracked, sometimes flung wide. Sometimes letting in a few bugs that make me squeal, sometimes raindrops that plink plank on the sill like a symphony. But always opening up my little home to the sounds, smells, breezes, sunlight, and beautiful views of the world around.
Henry seems to love the open windows as much as I do, camping out in the traveling sun beams during the day, and sniffing the strong breezes when they startle him out of one of his million naps. I’ve taken my cues from him and moved my “desk” table over by the windows to soak up the sunshine and enjoy the neighborhood watch. And again and again, I find it amazing how that simple act of finally being able to open up the home makes everything feel so much more refreshed and connected and alive. Makes me feel so much more refreshed and connected and alive.
Soaking. It. Up.