After a long cold and wet day your toes and fingers pinken with fresh circulation, finally warm in the soft rain of the hot shower. The space is squeaky clean but disorganized smatterings of rich color pop in the corner of your eye- a variety of lotions and potions and other shower accoutrements. They gleam like gems in a dragons hoard. The scent of the shampoo is delightful and familiar, it is a signal to your body that you are safe. But it strikes you differently too, new in some indistinguishable way. Like experiencing it for the first time again somehow. It is a soft scent, something like roses and the earth. The dirt and tension of the day flow away easily, tender under the formidable demulcyfying powers of the soap and hot water. All the discomforts of the day are resolved, everything is set right at last. You are clean again.












