I feel so spoiled whenever we get to have all the windows open in the house. The Southern Illinois humidity is so thick 90% of the summer and these past few nights have felt like heaven.
There’s something so nostalgic for me laying in bed with the window open, listening to the summer night sounds and the wind blowing through the trees. I remember being young, staying in Kansas as the family farm and exploring. I remember being 10, listening to the radio and recording songs to make my own mix tape. I remember being in high school, staying up way past my bedtime, reading magazines. These memories I associate with summer air and windows open and I feel so at home, so at peace.
Wallace Stevens once said, “The summer night is like a perfection of thought.” I often wonder what new memories I’ll be making that when I’m laying in bed in the future, I will think back to my twenties and feel nostalgic for this time.
It’ll probably involve cats, as most of my life does.