The Breeze Through White Curtains

Through the cotton curtains blows a breeze that can only be described as "delicious".

A dry, Summer day; sun and breeze;

The claw foot tub full of warm soapy water;
Cowboy boots lay askew near the closet and denim hangs over the chair.

As the warm water washes over the troubles of the day,
Cool, delicious breezes blow through white cafe curtains.

Relaxed, with a book laying nearby;
while a lavender candle wafts its scent through the tiny room.
Bubbles pop and gather round, drinking in the added spice of rosemary and tea tree.

With head rested on a towel and eyes drooping,
sleep comes softly, then weighs heavily over the body.

Waking to the sound of a robin beneath the window,
The cooling water calls, "warm me!"
With the flip of a lever the tub begins to drain, then--
"why not?"

On comes the faucet, refilling the bath with its hot, liquid rest.
Another hour, just one more;
While the cool, delicious breezes blow through white cafe curtains.

I wish this was a description of my afternoon, but it's simply something that I dreamed up while in my mother's bathroom the other day. We have been experiencing some dry, sunny and cool days here, and truly the breeze was "delicious" on Thursday and Friday.