I have the windows open. It's cooler and feels so good. I have a cup of tea steeping next to me. When the breeze blows into my window just right, I can smell it.
Tea is a little bit of peace for me. I've said elsewhere that Quan Yin next to me as a drink. Buddha stands with me while the water boils.
It's like knitting, I guess. There's just me and the yarn or tea. Nothing else matters while I'm there.