Laundry. Oh that. I left 2 baskets full at home when I left this morning. Oh that laundry. When I load the washer…someday during the weekend…what stories can I tell through my laundry?
Suitcase with dirty clothes?
Broken laundry basket?
The shirt that was worn for only an hour?
The smell…if I want to get that close?
The memories I have?
Why I enjoy it?