June 13, 2012

My dearest,

Sorting the whites from the colours. Choosing the right setting on the washing machine. Checking to see if the sun is out. (If it isn’t, there’s always the dryer.) Hanging each article of clothing up, peg by peg, hanger by hanger. Collecting them half a day later when they are dry. Sniffing the sun-kissed smell lingering on the clothes. Folding. Putting them away. Mission accomplished.

Yours, ever and always.