All his life he had been told
"Shut the windows, the Heat is on"
"Shut the windows, you're throwing money out of them"
Or better yet
"What have I told you a million times!?"
But he loved opening the windows
And letting the fresh air and wind into his bedroom
In the way that some people loved walks in the woods
And others liked long, arduous hikes
And still others liked to boat and swim and dive
So he opened his windows as far as they'd go
But all his life they shut the windows in front of him
But soon enough, enough was enough
And he locked his bedroom door
And he threw open the windows
And tore through the screen
And he put his head out and screamed in delight!
The air chilled his face
Goose bumps rose on his arms and legs
And his smile was natural and genuine!
And the smell, o' the smell
The smell was a life-giving smell
He left those windows open
And the sound of the wind drowned out
The sound of his father's door banging
And he sat back and relaxed
And he deeply inhaled
And he breathed real breaths at last