The day I learned how to open my window changed my life.

I said this once to my friend Katie in all seriousness, some time back in April, during a particularly hot/humid spell. As hard as I would try, I could not get my window open. I had previously opened it. in late summer and fall time, but it had been months, and nothing was working. I don't even remember what the trick was, when I finally did get it to open again but am happy that I did and that it opens easily now. My life really was made more pleasant by fresh breezes flowing into my room.

Now I have taken to climbing out of said window onto my third story roof. Which may or may not be a good idea, but for right now I am going to say it is a very good idea. The view is pretty. And new england. Mainly of new england trees and new england houses. I like it, and feel better out there. More peaceful and quiet and free. It also makes me like my room more. And my house. That it holds this secret. Even climbing back into my room from this space seems somewhat magical.

And last night Katie and I went on my roof together. Twice even. We just sat and talked and took pictures. The second time, when it was dark out, I had my lap top in tow, and played a song for us. Carole King. Up on the Roof. Katie hadn't heard it before. "At night the stars put on a show for free, up on the roof." I love that line and that song. Thank you roof, and Carole King, and Katie.