air

For the first time since I moved in here, I have the window open. Even though I'm technically in the city, the air smells good, like melting snow. I've missed having fresh air--everywhere else I've lived, even in the winter, I've kept the windows open. There's something in me that thrives on fresh air, no matter the temperature. That and the ambient noise--flowing water, far-off traffic sounds, the wind, birds when it gets warmer out. Sounds like that comfort me, remind me that the world is still alive and not just confined to the tiny space where I live.

I have been exhausted for two straight days, which means that I should go to bed very soon, and maybe wake up tomorrow feeling like a human being. The other option is nearly falling asleep at my desk tomorrow.

One last thought: I need to find someplace where I can walk around here. There's a trail up behind the apartment complex, but I need to figure out where it starts. The other option is, I suppose, stopping by Como Park on my way home at night. That's a nice place, with a free zoo and conservatory. And spring is nearly here, which makes it a real possibility. Ah, how I miss the lake...