I bought new white sheets today. They are plain white with no lace or
adornments. I’ll wash them until they
are exquisitely soft. I’ll then dabble some lavender essence on them and place
them on my bed on March 20th, the 1st day of Spring.
Since entering adulthood, these pristine white sheets have been a rite of passage to usher in the awakening of Springtime. I love the crisp softness of them on my skin at night. I love the mild yet sweet lavender scent. It reminds me of those endless fields of purple I first saw in Provence, France at 18. That place which denotes an eternal Spring.
Since entering adulthood, these pristine white sheets have been a rite of passage to usher in the awakening of Springtime. I love the crisp softness of them on my skin at night. I love the mild yet sweet lavender scent. It reminds me of those endless fields of purple I first saw in Provence, France at 18. That place which denotes an eternal Spring.
