There's something to be said for airdrying after a shower. Yeah, it's cold, and yeah, you wish that damn towel (which is all you're allowed to touch) wasn't quite so damp, but there's a kind of freeness, an almost kind of return to innocence (if you believe in the shame of a very natural state), that disappears, and that you give up, the instant you put on clothes again. The softest skin is the kind we protect, which means we rarely ever get to touch it - whether on ourselves or others. And I firmly believe that, every now and then, every one should stop a moment and let themselves find themselves beautiful. It's what lets others find them beautiful, after all.
In other news, I'm still thinking about icons for
murasaki_kaze, but my ideas are remaining stubbornly un-icon-y.
This is about as close as I've been able to get.
Oh yeah. And the parents show up sometime this afternoon, around 3ish