Written retrospectively for the 2013 archive.

An open window is enough to change the feel of a room. The poem in this year’s archive makes me think about the little sounds I hear once I stop trying to fill every quiet minute.

I’d like to keep a place for that kind of observation on the site. Some days I have a technical problem worth writing down. Other days I have a few lines about the room I’m sitting in. I’m glad there’s space here for both.