Windows Open

This time of year, I've learned to open the windows. When I'm laying in bed at night, water trickling down our fountain is the last thing I hear before I fall asleep. I call this sound the gift of peace. When I wake up in the morning, I can hear birds singing in the early moments right before the sun comes up for the day ahead. I call this sound the gift of promise. This time of year, I'm reminded that listening gifts the patient; and sometimes we just need to open our windows a little bit more to hear them.