If there’s one thing I love to do when the birds begin chirping and the flowers start popping up, it’s opening the windows to the fresh spring air. That’s step number one to beginning my spring.
(Second for me, of course, is grabbing a lighter coat and racing outside.)
Opening windows wasn’t a ritualistic part of my life until I moved to Germany. I’d walk down the Berlin streets and see apartment buildings full of wide open windows and balcony doors. It didn’t matter if it was the retired woman with lace curtains or the young man who could stay up all night playing techno music and drinking beer—they all welcomed the fresh breeze … especially in the spring.