StarCat wrote:.....
The power of Water, to wash
my hands after choking the
hell out of them.
......
Cat
Just finished packing, and from tomorrow onwards the only thing I'll hear or read for the next 3 weeks will be birds chirping and the wave's surf on the beach. Worse faiths could befall me.
Smell is a tremendous recaller. If on one hand it can pull me back to my childhood, on the other it can awaken memories buried for decency 's sake.
I remember the lingering perfume smell of some women I've touched and of some men I've briefly hated. The former brings on a nostalgic smile but the latter rushes blood to my heart.
I do appreciate washing my hands.
It is a nice way to keep them clean.
And odorless.