daily journal 3-28-11

It is dark and humid like the rainforest, and the warm water is running over me like a river. The sound of the rushing rain surrounds me, and I feel smooth and clean as it washes the soap off of me and everything around me.  When the rain stops I can feel the air start to dry me immediately, and I can hear the last few rain drops as they slowly drip through the hot air. More dropplets run down me like beads of sweat as I continue to become warm, shiny, and dry. Just as the climate is becoming less dense with water, a rush of cold wind invades the tropical heat I am used to, and the dark is invaded by a growing beam of light that reveals where I have been; a dishwasher.