Silver, White speckled clover leafs stand out from tile. Turning brings a groan, shudder, whistle, rush. Cascading cool turns warm as seconds pass. Hands test. Perfect. Foot hits warming porcelain while heavenly scents waft. Head turns like a sunflower towards the sun. Aches release, Worry abates, heat cascades over face and behind ears. Lost for a few precious moments in the music of water dancing, the sensation of heat trickling down every nook and cranny, turning cooler as it nears feet. Fragrant suds aid in the removal of daily grime and daily miseries, trying to achieve inner cleanliness as easily as outer. Steam comes in patches as occasional cold air wafts past wet skin bringing a delicious chilliness.
Turning brings a sputter, a clank, an end.