Sheets on the Clothesline

What a wonderful,  sensuous experience – to walk between the two halves of a freshly washed bed sheet on a clothesline. I remember it as a kid – the scent, the feel.

My mother used to hang them on an outdoor clothesline,  before we could afford an electric dryer.  It was a joy to walk between them with eyes closed.  Back then, they were always 100% cotton.  And, the gentleness of the cloth against my face, the fragrance of fresh wash and the lightness of being in the rare fall air,  made a life-long impact on me;  rendering a complex, persistent and bejeweled quale.  She was mindful enough to allow my moments of delight.

It might seem odd to describe the experience as exhilarating,  but indeed,  it was.








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