Air-conditioning is very nice; if I had to give up air-conditioning, there are days when I would be quite uncomfortable.
However, the luxury I love,
the luxury I revel in,
the luxury I would never want to give up
is the hot shower.
I do enjoy my hot showers.
Not too hot, that they scald me,
but just perfectly hot, with a slight bite,
and steam rising to clear my head.
I like how the falling water
drowns out sounds beyond the bathroom.
Nothing exists except me,
a bar of cocoa butter soap,
and warm water cascading
through my hair and down my back.
Sweet smelling shampoo
lathers atop my head,
thick and foamy.
and (as the commercial used to say)
a thousand body parts.
Clean. Warm. Fresh. Wet.
A doctor once told me,
"One shower is worth
more than eight hours of sleep."
And when it's time to stop,
it requires a profusion of willpower
to break the regaling flow,
to turn the water off,
One more rinse,
then ease the temperature up a notch,
and do yet one more rinse,
until maturity demands cessation.
But even that isn't so bad,
if enfolding, absorbent towels await.
I am thankful for hot showers.
(continuing to keep it real with more spontaneous cell phone photography)