As I was driving to work this morning listening to MPR I heard Peter Smith recite this essay "A special moment in Minnesota spring | Minnesota Public Radio News."
It resonated with me. The first thing I thought of was, "OMG, I feel exactly the same way!" So that's what I'm posting it here. It's a beautiful essay and it describes perfectly this time of year in Minnesota, the beginning of spring.
Here's a section of it:
"For me, the best of all Minnesota spring pleasures is sleeping with the windows open again.
For months, you've slept with the windows shut-or cracked open just slightly at the most. Now in this part of Minnesota spring, you can throw them open again, and climb into bed for the night.
The cool spring night air flows, thick and delicious, over the windowsills into the room, surrounding the bed, driving you deeper under the blankets. That air and the weight of those blankets all but suppress your breathing, and push you under. The effect is narcotic.
When you sleep with the windows open in spring, you sleep deeply, dream well, and yet somehow you still manage to keep an ear out for old familiar sounds that mark the passing hours."
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