the sweetest winds

Our little home is smack in the middle of a beautiful old neighborhood full of giant trees, historic houses, sweet neighbors and crackly sidewalks. It's really so old fashioned, usually in a good way, pretty much like our piece of town; which is a tiny bungalow with a just-right front porch, original five-panel doors and wooden double-hung windows. 

Illustration by Rebekka Seale

Oh, those windows: the ones that have broken counterweight ropes and faulty locks that make me thankful for storm windows, the ones that allow in just enough chill to huddle a little closer under the covers at night. But even if it takes some waiting, there's usually an up-side, even to broken old things.


And so, when a little breeze pushed through today, the faintest scent of green, earthy air that heralds the season's change swept in with it through all the nooks and crannies in those old windows, and I appreciated their brokenness.