Eulogy of Fresh Laundry
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WMGThe grass wasn’t cool, but it tickled my bare ankles; my chair wasn’t remarkably comfortable, but it was mine; and the train in the distance sounded angry, but it wouldn’t always.
This is the day I want remembered.
I was struck with the memory of how it felt to fall asleep on warm laundry fresh out of the dryer, something I hadn’t done since I was no older than five, maybe six. I was still innocent then, but wouldn’t always.
I remembered the crushing weight of sadness on the day I first noticed gray in my father’s beard, a harsh reminder that life catches up with us all.
If only it could always be as easy as sleeping on warm laundry I thought.
A chilled Corona, still full, adjusted to the temperature of my hand, slicking the back of my knuckles with perspiration. I never really liked beer, but as we all do so much out of social acceptance or a need to fit into ones own self-perception of “how I should be,” I bought beer, opened them, and very rarely ever finished one.
Eventually a sip was forthcoming, although I couldn’t recall now nor recall then actually having tasted it. But I could distinctly remember the moon was full, although not fully risen, while the sun was still hot, although not fully set. I was caught in a limbo between heaven and hell, good and evil, high and low, or simply put, twilight.
Some call it the ‘witching hour’ I thought and then laughed.
It was the type of laughter that had no purpose—it had no place but with me right then and there, coming from the depths of somewhere so safe that it felt alien. I wanted to hold onto the safety. I wanted to never let go of feeling so secure and right in a world that was anything but.
That is the feeling I want remembered.
PJ Ryan
beautifull introspective piece .. i know the feeling .. and this I remembered the crushing weight of sadness on the day I first noticed gray in my father’s beard, a harsh reminder that life catches up with us all really is beautiful.
Dave Legere replied
I’ve been falling into the introspective pieces a lot lately. thanks for taking the time to read/comment, much appreciated.
dave
PJ Ryan
eek ! *beautiful introspective piece
bellmusker
The last line in particular makes me smile in knowing, makes me nod my head and think, there are days like this for me too. The kind of writing that allows you to identify, and smile a secret smile at how beautifully elucidated these feelings are, is the kind of writing I treasure.
Dave Legere replied
My favorite writing is often the stuff I can go to, pick it up, and immediately step back into the moment. Memories fail, but hopefully, writing can hold onto them. thanks for reading.
dave
natapee
Beautiful piece, congratulations on the feature.
Dave Legere replied
:) it is very appreciated. I’m glad you enjoyed. It’s often the pieces I do late at night in a matter of moments that get the most attention.
thanks again,
dave
Karen Hazelwood
I liked your piece alot. It drew me in immediately and I loved the image of sleeping on warm, fresh cleaned laundry. Childhood feelings and how we’re still there inside and yet, almost in an instant, we’re “all grown up” and pretty soon, we’ll have the gray hairs to prove it. Very nice!
Dave Legere replied
it’s funny, I was actually listening to a song on the radio, although now I can’t remember what song it was, but it instantly reminded me that I used to sleep in the laundry all the time; and yet, I hadn’t thought about it in at least ten years. thanks again,
dave
Reggie2
cool! especially the beginning
Dave Legere replied
Thanks for the read
Natella2020 14 days ago
Congrats on the feature, this is a work that deserves to be remembered and revisited.