I was amazed by my hot bath I took yesterday. I had started running the water and was about halfway done when I had to take a call. So I turned off the water, closed the door and got on the quick call. I should say that I snagged a few lavender salts from my roommate's stash, I'll get ya back later!, My excitement to dip and soak was a bit high as my hip flexors and calves had been screaming at me for their recent over usage. I had just gotten my bike back from the pawn shop, word, so I've been riding around town and even did a nice 10 mile trail this past Sunday. So when I say I ready for this bath, I was!
The house was cool but not cold, yet my legs began to nicely tighten up while on the line. MY bathrobe was doing a rocking job being all soft and insulating at the same time. So when I walked back into my bath, wow, the room had steamed up nicely. Run hot water, run. Slow entrance foot by foot, run a little cold, paddle water around, circular to slightly cool the waters before butt bravely splashes in. Ah, damn what sensations, what relief, I never want to leave this pool of heat ever. As I began to really relax I found myself looking up toward the ceiling with a gentle gaze. I saw the trail of humid steam, fog and condensation arrive on the walls and medicine cabinet.
The cabinet's light above has an odd outlet angling down so I had plugged the phone and charger in to listen to tunes and gain juice. But the cord wasn't long enough for the phone to sit anywhere near me or a flat surface. There it ,was leaning against my shaving foam bowl on the first level shelve. All my man products, exposed and perspiring while the song Labios Rotos by Zoe beautifully played from my dangling phone. I thought about everything and soon nothing. I was that heated pool. I was that delicious song, filling me up with strings, horns and tragic melodies of love and dreams. Shit ya, I was my bath!
Amazing how I felt also like a child, looking up, with the medicine cabinet towering above me, I was happily small again. Residual emotions probably from my rat dream. I had earlier rode my bike across town to Whole Foods, I had a gift card which bough me like a head of lettuce! Even though my legs and hips were giving me a hard time I was so into the moments of riding in the city. The bike paths newly carved out along the crosstown greenway, aka Lance Armstrong bikeway, revitalized me as sights passed me by, weather was on my side and the air was so crisp. Even the ride back was smooth. But yes I was looking forward to that bath all morning. That transcendental water and childhood feelings really centered me. See you on down the road.
Oh, I really like writing in the mornings, it shall be my thing for the rest of this writing project.