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In the morning, when taking my hot'n'cold shower
I think about how,
in that moment that hot stream is interrupted with breathtaking cold,
I do not realy think about anything nor do I fear the upcoming temperature change.
I just enjoy the stream of hot water rushing down my body
and then I enjoy being engulfed in chill -
my nipples erecting
my breath stopping in fully expanded chest cavity for a moment
my stomach flat and
my shoulder blades lifted.
There is only me in that stream
but also there is no ME at all.
Only water and fountain of joy.