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Muscles clench like knots on rope prior to any wintry water droplets dripping on my scarecrow frame. There's a moment of cautious pause, my mind waivers the rest of me-- uncomfortable with the atypical developments insisting through western culture's handbook bathing is meant to be relaxing. I agree. So after a thoughtful inhale we dive in. oo! The siberian shock of the frigid liquid landing on warm, pale-rose flesh slowly erodes with an exhale... My mercurial movements and conscious unravelling of the constricting sinews offer a peppermint bliss-like salvation! The chill fades, water wanders down, allowing my body to interact with the clear solution, allowing myself to be and breathe with each cold moment of wide-eyed cool-headed serenity.
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Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 12:54 PM UTC
Cold Shower
Muscles clench like knots on rope prior to any wintry water droplets dripping on my scarecrow frame. There's a moment of cautious pause, my mind waivers the rest of me-- uncomfortable with the atypical developments insisting through western culture's handbook bathing is meant to be relaxing. I agree. So after a thoughtful inhale we dive in. oo! The siberian shock of the frigid liquid landing on warm, pale-rose flesh slowly erodes with an exhale... My mercurial movements and conscious unravelling of the constricting sinews offer a peppermint bliss-like salvation! The chill fades, water wanders down, allowing my body to interact with the clear solution, allowing myself to be and breathe with each cold moment of wide-eyed cool-headed serenity.
I take cold showers quite frequently but this is the process almost every time.
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Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 12:54 PM UTC
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