Open

Last night we had the luxury of sleeping with the windows open.  (I always envision myself throwing back the shutters of an old-world window in France or Italy and stepping out onto an iron-railed balcony to gaze at the cafe-lined street full of life, vibrancy and action, but...you didn't want to know that.)  There's something invigorating about a cool breeze gently tugging at my hair and the pungent earthy smell outside my window.  It speaks to me of hope, possibilities, and new beginnings.  The open window is a small reminder of an open tomb half a world away and two thousand years ago.

Every time we open our windows, may we be reminded of Hope.

Picture found on flickr by claudecf.