I do quite a bit of musing while driving. So this morning's musing surrounded around my new black shirt:
Ode to New Black Shirt
You will never again feel this fresh
Or have just this hue in your threads
You will be washed
maybe get a small hole and I'll still wear you
But you'll be comfortable
You'll fit me softly and perfectly
You'll end up as pj's when you get too faded
But that's when you'll be closest to my heart.
And that reminds me of my husband. Mr. Scissorhands. Relationships start off so new and fresh. You think things will never change from there. They do. Good times/bad times. The bond deepens, you gain a few pounds, he loses a few strands of hair. And here we are - seventeen years after first meeting.
Feel this cotton.