I love the breeze currently wafting through my windows.
made even sweeter by the fact that I spent eight dreadful months in an apartment where the windows wouldn't open. thereby adding to that trapped feeling. and no fresh air!
I love fresh air too much to ever again rent a place before finding out if the windows will open.
Stella also loves the open windows. and is currently sitting on the sill...little nose twitching at the breeze, ears perked at the sound of the birds...and now running away to find a different window which does not look out on the noisy child in the street who keeps startling her every time he yells.
~shrug~ everything can't possibly be perfect all at once.