I have always been a bit claustrophobic.
Crowded subways,
cramped clubs,
congested thoroughfares,
all call for escape.
On planes I prefer the aisle.
At rush hour —
I would rather walk.
In any room,
I gravitate toward daylight.
But,
since the pandemic…
a window is more,
so much more.
No matter the temperature,
my first act
is to throw open the window.
Brisk morning air
inflates my lungs,
clears my head,
and offers grace.
In fact,
I am convinced
there is no greater glory
than opening all the windows,
and letting the world in.
A Reading Life 
I love this! I couldn’t agree more, but you put this sentiment so beautifully that I never realized it was a thing! Wow! I notice there are window view in many of your pictures, too.
Bravo!
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I never noticed all the window views…thank you for pointing out the seeds I have been dropping along the way!
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I am with you friend! Your poetry is a breath of fresh of air!
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I happily sat on the aisle from Dulles to Paris! Love this poem, especially how it ends!
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