22/365 Bath Time

I have baths on Sundays as well as Saturdays. Reckless me. Go ahead. Judge. I don’t care.

Today’s a bit different. By the time I’ve finished reading the water is luke warm and lost its bubbles.

I have a bit of a scrub, rub my face, and look up at the bright blue sky through the bathroom window.

For a split second I’m invigorated. I can see endless possibilities. Positive outcomes. Hope. Excitement. Faith.

Worrying world developments transcended by the awe-inspiring majesty of nature and its ever-bewildering achievements.

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