Nights like Tonight. . .
When was the last time you had a bath under the stars?
Well, I indulge in that pleasure more often than you’d believe.
Some nights it’s a hurried, fear-filled bath. Other nights it’s just a bath with the tendrils of my mind far far away.
But, on nights like tonight, it’s beauty and perfection.
On nights like tonight, I make the water three times hotter because it rained all day. I scrub with a little more love and less duty. I smile at the birthmarks and tiny little scars.
On nights like tonight, I notice that the palm trees create a beautiful silhouette against the dark sky. I notice the dainty clouds that stain the huge pristine blue, much like little fur coats on such a large body.
On nights like tonight, I count the satellites as stars. Why would I begrudge the sky such beautiful silver ornaments? They shine brighter than the original but they’re beautiful nonetheless.
On nights like tonight, I admire and enjoy the fragile shield steam creates around me and I smile a little too hard at the beauty of life. Imperfection fades into oblivion. Instead, I pour water on myself slowly with one hand and trail a steady path down my body with the other. Choosing to savor the loveliness of it all.
On nights like tonight, I apply a little more serum and tuck in a little tighter, grinning from ear to ear for no reason whatsoever.
Tonight I’m content and happy to just. . . be.