Examining the design of my little space it occurrs to me these windows weren't really designed with this in mind. The need for fresh air is critical for this otherwise closed space. The singular pane though is very large, heavy and there are no screens for this building.
And so I make due with poorly filtered downtown air. I bought a little fan made in china, and found a relative match for a screen. Altogether it takes about fifteen minutes to "open" my window. I suppose that saves me minutes of life in the end for having some air exchanged, I don't know. Or maybe the air isn't as fresh as it would seem - being chillier than indoor air there is the illusion that it is crisp and clean. But even snow can be tainted with pollutants. Cold air merely wakens the senses. And I am awakened further today to wonder what shall become of the city dweller who resigns himself to stagnant air. And the rebel who opens his window for an exchange of perhaps an even fouler breath.
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