Simple pleasures
Mornings are the best. A hot shower, liquid sunshine. A warm hug from the universe. From 1968 when I broke my neck, until 1983 when I moved into a wheelchair accessible room in Owen Graduate Center, at Michigan State University I lived without an accessible bath or shower. Consequently, most days I washed up in a basin with a pitcher of hot water. I showered once a week at most. Now I have a beautiful accessible home, with a roll in shower that is almost as large as my entire room was in the Graduate Center. Each morning when the hot water hits the back of my neck and cascades down my shoulders, I know everything will be OK. Its all good.
What's your favorite simple pleasure?