Relaxation
\nby cricketjeff on February 23, 2010.\u00a0 \u00a9 Jeff Green, All rights reserved
\nI close my eyes, and breathe deep. There is nothing like the scent, the
\nsensation, of hot water tumbling pell mell into a bath, my bath, on a cold
\nwinter’s night. The rushing sounds, the waves of hot wet air and that
\nindescribable smell. Expectation rises, as, slowly I strip off and turn off the
\ntaps. Testing the water, far too hot as yet; reluctantly I add some cold, as
\nlittle as I dare and in goes the first foot — “ah ah ah ah ah ” — TOO
\nHOT!!! But no, persevering, half dancing the heat away as its partner joins it
\nand, fearfully, you sit, then lie, emitting those pained gasps as the heat hits
\nhome. “Aaaaaah”. Endorphins rush and relaxation grabs you forcibly, and, quite
\nunbidden your toes find the hot tap to add that little bit more.<\/p>\n
Lying back, eyes closed, the world vanishes. You are alone, in a sea of
\ndelicious sensation. Bubbles brush you on your shoulders and legs where they
\nbreak the water, and dreams can start. Words pour into my mind, stumbling,
\nbumbling, fumbling, humbling words, competing and retreating, advancing and
\nentrancing, fighting to fit into ideas, to make nonsensical sense out of
\nnothing at all, they tease me. Pleasure drips and time dies, you and you and
\nyou walk into my head, stay awhile and metamorphose into strange and wonderful
\navatars for existence. From time to time my toes decide to add to the heat, but
\neventually, and far too soon, the water cools, my feet and hands are impossibly
\nwrinkled, and the dreams are done. the water runs away. And I lie, satisfied
\nunder a soft and warm towel, unwilling to move, unwilling to acknowledge that
\nlife must go on.<\/p>\n
At last some part of the cacophony that filled my head demands attention and,
\npulling my laptop, or a pad of slightly damp paper into place I condense
\ninternal magic into a few simple lines, and sleep awhile. My time is over, I
\nmust return, refreshed and reawakened, just in time for bed!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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