an open window.

I love open windows.   I love spring and fall in middles tennessee because my windows can be open.   My doctor and sinuses might disagree with this love of mine but what is life, if we have to be quaranteened and closed off to the world?

Romance comes to me through open windows.    The breeze.  The birds (what better alarm clock could there be?).  The sound of rustling leaves.    I am more connected to the changing light of the rising sun and the little bunny hopping about yards from the window. 

I have been romanced this morning.   I’m still resting in it.   It soon will end and the busyness of this time of year will creep back in.  My to-do list will face me and work will return much sooner than I’d like.  

But the window will stay open so that Romance might pursue me  –  if only for a few minutes at  a time.  

I’m wondering what other windows I could open in my day, in my work, in my world so that when moments of rest and beauty seem so few and far between, the odds are greater that Romance might find me.    And that all shall be made well again.