Spring is the first day I can turn off the HVAC and open the windows and let the the air blow through the house.
It’s a jean jacket being enough to go outside. It’s outside being above fifth degrees and remember going the seasons as miracles again.
Today also meant an afternoon of work, catching up after a hectic week. But the windows are open and I can play podcasts and everything is easier and faster when I’m uninterrupted.
It also means finishing a rewatch of Our Flag Means Death. What a show. What a blessing.
And dinner with my folks — homemade pizzas, and company, and wine. That too feels like spring, like a reawakening, like the foreshadowing of the summer season. The season of open windows.
With love,
Natalie