It soothes, relaxes, comforts, heartens and feeds her soul. Her spirit bared to the elements, but she cares not. The water
spatters around her, falling here and falling there, selfishly soaking the surroundings and forgetting its true purpose, to cleanse and
create anew. Ah, the shower.
She bathes beneath the little spring high over her body. Drops of water make their way through her hair and down her back. She relishes
the feeling, running her hands over her body, a low moan escaping her
lips. The water is cool, falls from a secret source, illuminated by a green-tinted light, revitalizing her weary muscles and awakening her drowsy mind. Why ever leave... [G.M. Giacomelli]