Sticking my head outside my window has now become synonymous with looking through a kaleidoscope.
Be it a melting pot of aesthetically-appealing shades of purples, pinks, blues, oranges at sunset; or twinkling stars that blink and shine so vividly, so that they are a spectacle I can witness without any synthetic enhancements i.e. eyeglasses, contact lenses, at 2 AM: it's all f'amazingly pretty.
The act of opening my bedroom window / is like opening up a new perspective; refreshing; recharging.
Let fresh air come in / Let new ideas be constructed
Allow potential parasitic elements to escape your 4-walled haven / Filter your mind with everything that is not proving to assist in improvement of any kind
---We interrupt this philosophical and brilliantly insightful insight to allow for a short commentary from the author of such musings---
Oh hello, there, lads and lasses! Just practicing being poetic. Gotta rev up for Creative Writing this coming semester.
What? You hath thought t'is was truly profound? Verily, thou hast been proven wrong.