candles flickering in the darkness
reflect off a steamy mirror
and fill the air with light scents
of apple, cinnamon, and wax

warm water trails off my chin
and flows in small rivulettes
down my glistening body
carrying away shampoo bubbles
and the daily grime of stress
thoughts drift in and out
with the pulsing water
and soft beating of my heart

I reluctantly turn the knob
and squeeze the last drops
of water from my hair
pushing open the now foggy glass door
as cool, night air rushes in
to chill my dripping skin
leaving goosebumps
that a soft towel will absorb