From my window.
I pull at the long, rough strings to my bathroom blinds, the dingy wheel reluctant, begrudgingly doing its part to draw the yellowing plastic strips upwards.
An epsom salt and bubble bath is my sanctuary. The bathroom is in the quietest part of the house. Opening the blinds turns my anti-sensory float into an open air Roman bath. Clouds, puffy and inviting, or ominous and warning show up in my window. The…
