{the soft sweet, and delicate things become even softer, sweeter, and more delicate}

Isn't it splendid how on particularly difficult and rough days

                                 the soft sweet, and delicate things become even softer, sweeter,  
                                and more delicate? After you feel as if you are worn to the bone

what is more perfect than the smooth creaminess of fresh berry

ice cream? What could be more comforting than the plush smoosh

of feathers in a pillow as you lay your head down? A garden of roses

is filled with velvet petals, curling with delicacy and tenderness.

A fresh breeze blowing through an open window, the carefree splash

of water on thirsty skin, the caress of pink cotton towels hugging you.

It all happens as if it was designed to say, "It's okay. You're okay."