oh yes he knows me, and he knows i'm right

the first floor bathroom in my house is the only encolsed space that sits right above the giant rock that makes up most of my basement.

on days like today, days defined by fast moving, low-to-the-ground clouds, and sudden outburts of intense quick rain; days created and influenced by the subtleties of a weather system a continent away, the damp of the earth creeps up over the rock, enriching the air with the smalls of cold limestone and good, clean earth.

my bathroom smells like a farmer's field, and the grotto, and sandalwood soap all mixed together in one.