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Opening windows

It’s been raining outside for a while.

I can’t stay in anymore.

Yet feeling equally unwilling to break my rhythm, to leave my desk.

Something clicks: I crave not escape but connection - to feel the moist, cool breeze on my face, witness fresh radiant leaflets, and breathe in the petrichor rising from the rain-kissed soil.

I go ahead and open my windows.