crispy, creamy clean
reminds of boot camp showers:
just cold – in-and-out!*
*(At both Parris Island and later at Infantry Training Regiment in North Carolina when late Fall winds brought snow flurries – just so many hot water showerheads were the norm and guys queued up around those coveted fonts of hot water. I and a few – very few – others just doused selves in cold, soaped and doused again, and were out in but a minute or two. The others looked, shuddered and endured trainers wrath at taking so long. My garden has a dedicated shower head – cold only – hidden from sight by a bough of Live Oak and a towering mass of blue-tip palmetto on three sides – Florida native sleeping hibiscus and Japanese-born azaleas hedge the fourth side from view. Bathing trunks, towels, shampoo and soap-n-cloth and I track no more than my usual dirt and grime indoors and – like long ago, I take but a brief time.)
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