“Tut tut it looks like rain.”

When I open the shades on both the living room window and the breakfast room patio door, one can see straight through our apartment. And when I open the glass on both, the breeze can blow straight through too. Right now, the fresh smelling wind before a rain storm is pushing paper off the desk and spreading magazine clippings from my collage craft around the floor. I would rather clean it up later than miss the feel and smell of the wind. Besides, what else are paperweights for?