Oh, my shower.
The water pressure.
The space.
The light of the sun that cascades through the window.
The window.
The Greek-Isle tile, the white walls.
The hot of the hot water, its arrival so prompt.
I am in the Mediterranean.
Shower, Ferguson, Missouri. November 2017. |
After a year in the tiny capsule shower of El Paso, I am in luxury here.
Others may see just a typical bathtub and shower with a 1970s kinda vinyl liner surround.
Nay, 'tis a spa.
Shower, Ferguson, Missouri. November 2017. |
My shower in Opelousas, not bad. But no window; dark. Scars and stains of many years in the tub.
My shower in Lafayette, also not bad. But also dark, dreary.
My shower in Alamogordo - no window, but fresh off of my time in Caucasus Georgia, it, too, filled me with grateful awe at its expanse.
My Ferguson shower.
It makes me sigh.
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