Occasionally we hit a stretch of summer weather like this, when I can leave the windows in the house open pretty much around the clock, day and night. Open windows upstairs and down, breezes blowing through the house. Birds singing outside. The occasional pickup rattling by outside, rolling on down this gravel road. Smell of grass and hay. Tiger lilies and other lilies blooming out in my front yard. Sunlight shining in aslant through the blinds.
This minor effacement of the boundaries between indoors and out is one of the small pleasures of living far out into the countryside, out here in deep rural America.