warmthPosted: November 16, 2012
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.