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.