Baths are beautiful.
I need my life to slow down so i can catch up to it. I feel like i'm losing everything before i've even found it...
The shock to the system as freshly hot water burns at my skin. I bask in the eerie quiet, listening to the sounds of water... the drip of the facet, the ripple of water as i dance gracefully through it with my hand. The skin around my eyes feels tight and the water around my mouth tastes of salt. I lie back and float on my back and then sink slowly into the water. I turn over and a hum fills my ears as I float face down and wait... my hair glides like silk around my face... bubbles release from my nose and mouth and penetrate the hum of the silence. As I turn over again to catch my breath, i rest my head on the side and wait for the water to turn cold. Every tiny hair on my body stands at attention and the cool breeze of the air teases my chest. As I glide my hand across my body the sensations seem to triple. Waiting for bath water to turn cold feels like i'm waiting for death.. Everything slows down.. and an empty awareness sinks in. All that matters is the sounds, the sensations, the beauty of the emptiness that surrounds me and fills me. Suddenly I'm awoken to the sounds of the neighbor, who's tub lies adjacent to mine. Tonight's not a good night to wait for the water to turn cold. There's still time.
The shock to the system as freshly hot water burns at my skin. I bask in the eerie quiet, listening to the sounds of water... the drip of the facet, the ripple of water as i dance gracefully through it with my hand. The skin around my eyes feels tight and the water around my mouth tastes of salt. I lie back and float on my back and then sink slowly into the water. I turn over and a hum fills my ears as I float face down and wait... my hair glides like silk around my face... bubbles release from my nose and mouth and penetrate the hum of the silence. As I turn over again to catch my breath, i rest my head on the side and wait for the water to turn cold. Every tiny hair on my body stands at attention and the cool breeze of the air teases my chest. As I glide my hand across my body the sensations seem to triple. Waiting for bath water to turn cold feels like i'm waiting for death.. Everything slows down.. and an empty awareness sinks in. All that matters is the sounds, the sensations, the beauty of the emptiness that surrounds me and fills me. Suddenly I'm awoken to the sounds of the neighbor, who's tub lies adjacent to mine. Tonight's not a good night to wait for the water to turn cold. There's still time.