a facecloth only
I stare at it
The story comes...
"How on earth am I to dry myself with this?
Which child. Stole. My towel?"
I smile to myself
and catch my eyes in the mirror
We resist life
when it throws us the odd and unusual
we like certainty
the facecloth has the same drying ability
as the towel
it just requires more patience
and a sense of humour
So patience and humour
as I allow the Universe to walk me
instead of my mind walking a narrow path
is the portal
for a playful love and life to unfurl
and the day...
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