To live in perpetual morning-
with the changing sky: a palette of visible passage
with the quiet murmurs: dreams escaping lips, songs escaping beaks
with the subtle scents: hot water passing through ground, roasted beans
This morning, I did not shower. It is the first day in a long time that I did not feel the need. I decided to allow my own oils to coat my skin rather than rinsing them away in micelles formed after the common usage of bars derived from the fat of other animals. My hair is malleable, not dry and flat. My skin does not raise an inflammatory response to enhanced fragrances. It feels more natural this way.