Monday was the first night this spring that we didn’t close all the windows in our house before we went to bed. In New England, we have been buttoned up all winter to keep the cold weather at bay. Yesterday when the Weather Channel said it was 64F in York (must have been measured at the ocean in York Harbor), our thermometer read 79F, two miles from the Atlantic as the crow flies. We celebrated with the freedom of wide-open windows, all day long.
In the evenings on Chases Pond Road, little traffic passes by after 9P. So the occasional car or truck is a soft reminder that there is still much more time for sleep. It seems as if not even one car passes down our country road after midnight. With our bedroom windows pulled down from the top, the cooler night air makes our flannel sheet feel just right, draped over our winter-worn bodies.
Dawn comes early at 530 this morning. Our out-in-the-country birds (I never learned their names and at 67 probably never will) begin their morning conversation. Rather than being a disturbance, they remind me of spring’s welcome to work in the yard or bike into town. Come out and play they sweetly repeat.
Our day-to-day world is expanding as we unshutter the pent-up hopes of being outdoors, long doused by snow and cold. This morning I don’t go to the thermostat immediately to warm up the house against the outside cold. Through the open windows, the sounds of many more cars heading off to work and school are the background music to a second day with open windows.