A Private Moment

In this private moment, I permitted myself the privilege of enjoying myself, the self that was distinct in the mind of the person who consciously appreciated themselves apart from the assessment of others. In this moment of spiritual appreciation, with the sweetest aromas filling my senses, the snow fell silently outside my window. I felt the warmth of the water cascading over my body; I relished the act of squeezing the plastic tube of my Chopard shower gel in my hands, its orange transparency gracefully rising in my opened palm. I rubbed my hands together feeling its slippery lather lubricate my hands. I start lathering my arms, my shoulders, my neck. I could smell its enticing aroma filling up the steamed bathroom. I began smiling at an idea.  Continue reading A Private Moment