I opened the window behind my desk for the first time this year.
I took Anu for a walk this morning and could have kept going indefinitely. It helped me to think. But, alas, I do not have time for leisurely walks today. Therefore, the window will remain open until I turn into an icicle. Who knows, maybe it will get the creative juices flowing--or, for that matter, maybe it will get any juice flowing.
Either way--I like the way the sounds of the street seep in and get under my skin. It makes my thick, black coffee taste even better...the sounds are rough and grungy and contrast well with the iridescence of this porcelain cup.