The best times of year in Houston – for me anyway – have always been those hours, days, maybe weeks when I can open all the windows and let a cool breeze in.
This doesn’t happen a lot nor for very long. But when it does…
I feel more like part of the community, sleeping with the windows open at night. I can hear planes, dogs, accidents. I hear the people outside. They are walking down my street and they are arguing, making plans, or trying to find their cars again.
I miss out on this real life with my windows shut and the air conditioning blasting.
This morning, I pushed aside the curtains and pulled up the blinds so I might open the windows of my bedroom. There across the way from me was a neighbor I had never seen before, at her window, doing the same.
She was a pretty girl with blue hair and some tattoos on her arms which I could not read at that distance.
She waved to me.
I smiled and I waved back.
Isn’t that wonderful?