Flowery and sweet for a time
Of day when flowers are closed
The chilly air fills my lungs whenever
I crack open the window at night
Most days I spend inside stuffy rooms
My entire waking hours
So I spend half an hour before I sleep
Sitting with my face pressed
Up against the window screen
Rinsing out my lungs with
Refreshing night air
On my perfect day I would go out with friends
We don’t have to do anything extraordinary
My favourite days are spent biking with friends
I’ve started trying to improve my everyday life
Trying to bring elements of my perfect day
Into every single day and rework
My rigid schedules
I have no idea where to begin
And I think I’m not alone in this either
I am willing to try starting with cracking a window
To let the cold night air in