When one door closes God opens a window. My mother used to repeat in moments of stress, but it never quite took to me. Open windows are reserved for beautiful fall and spring afternoons where the birds are chirping and the leaves are falling and the only thing escaping the windows is the smell of fresh pastries resting on the sill. Summer is too hot with mosquitoes buzzing in looking to find their next meal against my skin, leaving the reminder they were there for days. Winter is too cold with too many snow flakes warping the windowsill. Fall comes too late, spring leaves too early, summer and winter seem to last forever in this home. Always hot and then always cold, fresh pastries never sit in the window. The mosquitos always fly in and the sill is perpetually warped.. God should have kept this window closed instead of nailing it open letting the emelents into our lives with no hope of ever opening a different window. Maybe one with a screen, or one i could close when the season just isnt quite right.