The sun is finally warming the landscape enough to open the windows. In fact, his firey warmth has heated it so much that opening the windows is a necessity- not a choice. But nevertheless, the rush of cool air drifting through wooden walls is such a pleasure. I've found motivation to wash my neverending stack of dishes. For the first time in quite a while my small kitchen area has enough space to set a cookie sheet. The lace curtains are pulled outward by the currents and then let loose to tickle the windowpane with their slow relax of the fabric. The air smells of baby grass and damp ground. It's one of those moments where the day has left you no room to feel the littlest bit of sadness.
