warmth

Sometimes the little things are lovely too

I stand next to the dryer, the house cold as if
it knows soon it will stand empty, barren. I open the door
as reds and greens tumble to a lazy stop. The goosebumps
across my chest and shoulders urge me to hurry, but I savor
the moment, taking time to choose exactly the one I want.

I slide it over my head, push my arms through it, and the clean
smell fills me while the warmth, and the touch of fabric paints
me, covers me, protects me. I grab my coat and head for the car,
unable to resist smiling.

On my way to the Jersey Shore to be with my family for Thanksgiving 2012.


16 Comments on “warmth”

  1. russtowne says:

    I hope you all have a great adventure and a happy Thanksgiving, and come home safely.
    Russ

  2. Shannon says:

    Family – 1 😦

  3. Oh, I love this. There’s nothing like a warm shirt straight from the dryer. Have a wonderful Thanksgiving!

  4. so there! i can smell the clean top x

  5. boomiebol says:

    Happy thanksgiving and safe travels. Warm regards to the family

  6. Happy Thanksgiving Bill!


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