Open Windows

[mishalak]

After a long winter of rushing from the shelter of one box to another it feels so odd to leave the windows open. Wow. The sun is out and it almost feels like camping with the windows open. Not in the literal sense of camping being an exercise in discomfort so as to better appreciate civilization's joys like hot showers, fewer insects, and constant entertainment (or conversely appreciating nature for what it is rather than what it is not, wild rather than a nice safe garden). No, this is the realization that the oh so solid walls of a house are awfully thin. Which is not origional to me in any sort of way because I am sure that other people also get this feeling when the windows are open and the only thing between me and the few wild animals that are thankfully unlikely to be wandering about in the heart of a city is the fear that we humans have put into them. Right, note to self, get more bear repellant spray stuff in case of mountain lions. Lions people! Forget that 'mountain' bit, they could be here right now stalking you as you jog! And the racoons the size of large dogs. Huh. Just as soon as I take out the trash I think I will close the windows; I think the fresh air is making me paranoid.