Day 241: night breezes

Day 241:

One thing I noticed when I was up all night all night is that there’s a beautiful spring breeze once the sun goes down… the kind that reminds me of dozing off on the porch swing while my folks sipped fancy lemonades and talked in those voices that told you everything was okay in the world.

I can’t open my windows, first because they’re really just thick blocks of glass, and second because if I did every spider in six counties (do they have counties here?) would be trying to squeeze through them.

And it’s really hard to sleep through the mooing and quackeling and oinking and zombie groans, so sleeping out in the yard with the animals really doesn’t seem to be a solution.

But I miss those warm spring breezes.