The tap runs hot and steam starts to fill in the spaces of the room.
The wafts of warm air touching my face make me close my eyes.
I can feel the air tickle my skin, raising each hair on my head, like thousands of tiny massaging hands.
My muscles ache to be soothed.
My toes, cold and unaware, dip gently into the tub.
The soothing hands of a hot shower wrap around me, pulling me in.
Steam rises, whispering to my muscles, my bones, my senses - stay still and the water will do the work.
Tingles make their may from the skin on my feet up to my shoulders and the back of my neck.
Goosebumps give in. Here is my moment.
My shower. My oasis. My muscle soothing, soul cleansing, steamy stress-reliever.
The busy moments, to do lists, and unhandled chaos of the day wash right over my shoulders, dripping worries and regrets right down the drain.
This moment is mine.
My mind learns to stay still.
Time goes by but I linger, not wanting to escape until I am ready to take it all again. To face the crowd of life.
The shower does not judge my over-stay. It's gentle listening ears and understanding pace keeps me there, keeps me sane.
This water's not wasted.
This moment in time when I just stand there, and let my clouds part ways is worth every dime.
Staring my frustrations in the face, the moments from the day that simple won’t go to rest, I let the water deal with their quarrells. The water will sort them out. Tidy them up. Dispose of them if need be.
Let the water do the dirty work.
