Monday, August 3, 2015

The Sun in the Steam

Simple Sensory White Blouse

Clothesline-dried, my white cotton blouse is far too wrinkled to wear.
I press the nose of the iron to the collar.
A gentle puff of steam wafts toward my face.
Scents of blue skies, sunlight, and breezes pique my senses.

I breathe in . . .

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