If I didn’t have a job, I’d curl up in bed today and enjoy the breeze coming in through my window. This is why Spring is my favorite season: it’s all new and fresh, and lifting the storm windows to let the air circulate is such a liberation from the past few months that I can’t help but want to lie around all day and take it in.
Some days, I wish life could be aired out in the same way. Actually, I suppose it can. It just takes a lot more effort to lift those storm windows, and the lingering feels more like growing pains.