There are textures of life that surround us, pressing many patterns against our mind, body and soul:
A loving touch, a soft caress, like satin against our skin, is cool and comforting.
The warmth of sunshine, like being wrapped in a soft, fuzzy blanket, calming our mind and soul.
A gentle breeze, it’s gossamer bush against our face, similar to the breath of life.
The sound and feel of rain, a vibrant, all encompassing texture that can wash away sorrows, or allow you to wallow in them.
The feel of grass on bare feet, a prickly carpet that tickles childish memories.
Laughter is the soul saving net that catches us from falling into the abyss of insanity.
An interesting conversation, a many patterned fabric requiring the mind to follow, digest, and seep into our psyche.
Music wraps around us, an all encompassing cloak that can affect every aspect of our disposition.
We wear the textured fabrics of life like comfortable clothes. Without thought, we allow them to surround us, alter our minds, touch our senses, and calm our souls.
This was written for the GBE-Reincarnated week #8 prompt of TEXTURE. When I first saw the prompt my mind went blank and remained there for most of the week. Sometimes, you just have to sit down and start writing to get the mind to perform.
