After the rain, a cool front moved through the state. I drove home with the windows down and I came home to open windows. I love the feel of the breeze through the window as I sit and type these words. I love the distinct sounds of the neighborhood, no longer muffled by the windowpane. The house feels different, cleansed, open.

By mid-July, I despise our closed windows shrouded in closed drapes and hidden by shut blinds. I feel trapped by the heat and sun. So, when cooler temperatures arrive, the first thing I do is shut off the air conditioner and run room to room opening windows. The stifled air poofs out, the fresh air glides in.

Windows open. Windows rolled down. Feels like freedom.

Now this from Amos Lee.