Isn't it splendid how on particularly difficult and rough daysthe 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."