the window is open

so its almost ten, and my window is still open.
there's a cool breeze entering my room, but the noise of outside distractions, and the crisp fresh air in my room begs for a camp fire, stars and friends sitting around talking and laughing, sharing our deep thoughts and sharing the unimportant things that make a friendship complete.
i'm staying in toronto for the summer, but i kno that many weekends will be spent away from the city and in nature.

i'm remembering spending a cold weekend with my friend amy up at her cottage. it was on the lake and we had the best times looking at the water, listening to the animal calls, staring at the stars, wondering deeply into the flames of the camp fire and climbing to the highest peek in on the lake shore.

something about height, about silence, about wind.

i'm glad the winter is over, and spring is coming home. the silence of wind.. there is none like it. because with all the trees rustling, the waves rushing and whistling of natures return call.. life itself is silent.