so fresh and so clean, clean

I love to shower. If logistically possible and if the earth wouldn't hate me for it, I would take three, thirty minute long showers everyday. I'd wake up and take one. I'd take another after work and then the last one just before bed. Sometimes I'd add a fourth in the middle of the night so I could fall asleep wrapped in a towel for a few hours until it's time to shower again. And it would always be cool enough outside that a really hot shower feels right. Like the kind of hot that you have to leave the door open for so the steam and condensation don't make you pass out, and hot enough so your whole body turns pink and stays pink. I like to shower with the lights low or off, to just listen to the water falling on the different surfaces- the wall, the shower curtain, the bottom of the tub.

I like that in the shower there are only so many things you can do, only so many ways to get distracted so I find it's a clear time to think. I do lots of writing in my brain in the shower or work on articulating feelings or having conversations. And for all the feeling productive and effective that can be done with all the body/hair/face washing and leg shaving, I love the most to just stand under the shower head letting stress and sadness and worry drain right out of my shoulders and back as the water hits my body. A disappointing day or a worrisome week seems not so impossible to face in a clean, warm body. A tummy ache or a head cold are comforted and cleansed through shower steam.



And in my never ending love affair with my apartment, I love my shower. While it's maybe not always convenient with guests, I love the little Jack-and-Jill bathroom in my apartment that is sandwiched in between my room and Naomi's room. Because a shower after midnight with lamp light and music floating in through the open door and my bed waiting for a tired to crawl inside it is reason enough to live if you ask me (that and 30 Rock of course).