dimple

 
As soon as the sun came up this morning I walked by my bedroom window noticing the faint slants of light creeping through the blinds. A few moments later I impulsively turned back, lifted the blinds and opened the window all the way up. Though it’s been warm enough here for the windows to be opened for some time, I haven’t done this in months. Perhaps metaphorical for the way I’ve lately kept myself a bit closed up and cocooned here in my home.

As soon I opened that window and the early morning air came rushing in, it changed everything about the energy in my bedroom……and in me. Intoxicating citrus scents wafted through the screen, birds were jubilantly singing, and sunshine beamed in brightly. This all sounds corny or cliché I’m sure, but the sensuousness of it all nearly knocked me over, and I almost wanted to cry for how the simple act of opening a window broke me open as well.

I then proceeded to race through the house opening every single window, and with each eager raising I breathed in the glorious outdoor air and was more and more uplifted myself.

Isn’t it funny how we make elaborate plans for grand events to happen that might shake us out of ordinary time and exhilarate our lives, when sometimes all it takes is more closely paying attention to that which is right outside our bedroom window asking to be let in?

 
~Cynthia