Hot Baths...
I am woman...
As I sit here, I’m reminded of my childhood. I now understand the visual picture that my mind paints with vivid detail.
Steam, slowly rising from the surface of the shallow waters that hold the depths of her secrets. The reflection of the candles that give our senses ease.
Listening to Anita baker with a glass of wine I realize that the symbolism of a woman sitting in tub of solitude is the only version of peace that her tired mind could see.
I now realize that this was earned, this was something she deserved. Something the worries of the world could not disturb, that had no concept of time that had no voice, that brought no pain……
In this moment, this was peace…
Hot baths.
~#Unscripted30s