I have an old childhood bench by my bedroom window. This March dip into Springtime allowed me to have an open window for much of the week.
Heaven.
There simply is nothing to compare to that first soft Spring breeze drifting through the winter-bound window!
The air is diffused with pastel light and there are no words for the warm, coolness of it.
On this day I give thanks for the inventor of windows - that open.
And winter hearts that do as well.
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