Saturday, January 21, 2012

small stone No. 21, Jan 2012

Before she washes my hair I sniff and choose the massage oil, a calming one today. Then her hands sweep my head and neck, wide strokes leading to a strong investigation of deeper muscles, finally a touch as light as the far note on the keyboard. I open my eyes and follow her to the basin.


  1. Why can't the wash last longer? I hope the scent and the feeling remained.

  2. thanks Barb, those feelings did stay with me and the wash was pretty good ... its all in the hands