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.
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