Sleep Tight

Ever since I moved to Medford, weather permitting, I've slept with a window or two open. Typically the one right next to my bed, and another across the room to get airflow. This may seem a little odd, as I live on what is usually a loud street. People walking by, airport flight patterns, motorcycles, trucks, people in cars that sound like they have no mufflers but don't notice the fact because they're covering it up with a booming radio as they speed race down the street. You'd think it'd be hard to sleep with all that, but you learn to tune it out. And to be honest, the windows in my apartment are so old that they don't offer much in the way of sound protection. (Or cold protection in the winter.)

But on a night like last night, a rare night, when none of those things are happening, and there's a cool breeze, well then there's nothing better than sleeping with the window open. The wind blowing on me and the almost utter silence outside always reminds me of the New Hampshire house for some reason. So much so that I half expec that if I was to look out the window, I'd be looking out over the lake and not Dartmouth St., Medford. Never mind that I'm lying on an uber-comfortable, pillow top queen mattress with the extra added benefit of a box spring, and not a sand covered, twin that feels like it's stuffed with lumpy oatmeal; that car engine I hear way off in the distance, that could easily be the sound of a small outboard engine on the far side of the lake.

I sleep a little better on nights like that.