I can hear the whistle of a train.
This shouldn’t be especially noteworthy — I only live three miles from train tracks, after all, and sound carries, especially at night. However, since June we’ve had fans and/or the air conditioner running and I haven’t heard the late night train in months.
But there’s been a change in the air this week, and today I turned everything off and opened the window.
It’s nice to be reacquainted with the night again.
(Feel free to remind me of this when someone lights up a joint on the sidewalk outside our apartment.)
Happy for you and also oh so jealous! Enjoy the fresh air for me please. We’re not beyond the end of the air quality index at the moment (so that’s an improvement), but are still in the upper half of dangerous.
Both this post and your picture from the park last weekend made my heart flutter with longing for seeing the sky, green trees, colors not tinged by a yellow brown haze, fresh air, and being outside again.
May your days of open windows continue!
Comment by Rebs 09.17.20 @ 12:40 am