Small Stone #5:
Stepping on the cold porcelain, arm brushes against the even colder tile. Head tips back letting the hot water pulse onto my head, down my back, warm and engulfing, holding me in a luxurious pause. Eye catches the neighbors porch light, the spontaneous flicker of passing aircraft. Winter smells floating through the open window, the darkness stops time still. Showering in the dark knows peace.
January 5, 2013
Today I found this treat on a fellow Small Stones writer...
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