Aperio: to open.

I think it might be possible to discern the season even with the eyes closed:
crisp fresh cold air with an icy tinge
polleny sweetness of blooming trees
cacophony of birds trilling their lungs out
everpresent sounds of lawn mowers

and in my home, the scent of vinegary Windex and mopped floors (yes, occasionally) and lavender. It's too cold, when the sun goes away, to leave the windows open, but I do. Because I can't help myself. April: it means "to open"...

Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices

instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable

shrieking into the heart of the night.

- Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke