All the lights are off because I can never be so sure if the light from outdoors is enough to fuel my workspace at the kitchen table or if the extra warmth and artificial light from the tired chandelier is over-the-top when it’s on during the day.
The windows are open and even though that means no more peace and quiet of the top floor of my building where all of us are owners and all the renters are breathing below whether as students or not, I need fresh air. When spring arrives and before it gets too uncomfortable where the sweat appears on a girl who hardly does unless she’s been exercising (and there certainly needs to be more of that), the windows stay open. So yes, I heard you the other night, you obnoxious college kids who throw bottles near or on cars to set their sirens off, to wake the world because you think that when you are inebriated that you rule the world moreso than when you’re sober and acting plainly immature. You’re now immature, loud, and loud.
The door rattles back and forth as if someone is trying to test the knob which doesn’t bode well for me since about a year ago there were break-in’s on our floor near our home and well, that just isn’t cool. But the fresh air, it’s what I need.