Seems quite open, everything does. In a way that heralds a hue of austerity outside of what you’d normally expect from the cool night air rolling in through your quarter-cracked door. ]The openness wouldn’t tell of itself other than the secondary qualities like air passing through and the absence of any closedness tattling. With a flow like that pouring into my nostrils it was too hard to stay awake and once the openness crept into my dreams I didn’t know anything anymore.