I had bubbles in the bath tonight. Peaks of the Himalayas, clouds beneath my line of sight…with my blurry close up vision I saw tiny sparkles, some kind of disco lighting.
The candle proclaimed itself white frangipani…don’t all frangipani smell the same? And do any flowers really smell candle? Methinks not but the flame, and the slowly flowing h2o soothed my soul.
Wash away that evil work email. Inflamed this Buddhist’s temper. Hello ego put yourself away and let me respond, not react. Breathe, draft…third draft is almost there.
I’ll reply tomorrow.
The bath fills too quickly. The night is too cold to slow the flow more. Relaxing but no cigar. And yet when I pull the plug, when the water swirls round and round until sucked down the drain, its strangely satisfying. Tonight’s negativity on its way out to sea, via pipe tunnel. By the time it gets to the beach, and I do, I won’t recognise it. The sea is a transformer 🙂