A Hot Bath for a Weary Soul.

A hot bath for a weary soul.

Unexpectedly it drowns what dismays.

The fervid swoon of the lapping waves, release the frigid torments of this day.

As steam wafts off the sultry surface, chills scurry down the spine.

A candle flickers, the roar of the faucet like a thundering waterfall.

Instantly what was burrowed so deep, begins to rise.

As scents of eucalyptus dance through the air, stress releases down the face.

A hot bath for a weary soul.

Submerging beneath the sea of warmth, eyes closed tight, noise commanded to a muffle.

The world seems a bit less complex. if but for a moment.

Muscles relax, breath slows, worries cease. As the magic of this place envelops every sense.

No problems to be solved, nothing broke needing fixing.

Just a girl in a tub.

A hot bath for a weary soul.