Our staycation activities director didn’t come out of her room until almost lunchtime yesterday. When she emerged, she was a bit disheveled, and definitely not her usual self. As she shuffled past me on the way to the shower, I swear I caught the faint aroma of hazelnut chocolate, and unless my eyes were deceiving me, she wore a dark smudge on her right jawbone, just below her ear. Perhaps I should have warned her about the dark truffle liquor centers? Maybe not, since she was rather mellow most of the day.
My body, tired from the previous day’s frantic driveway shoveling antics, rejoiced in the lack of games. Quiet activities ruled. The guests were subdued, absorbed in their independent pursuits, as I tiptoed away to confirm my reservation. The spa had my name written on an engraved invitation. Oh, the joy. Warm vanilla, with hints of roses, jasmine, and raspberry, perfumed the air. My tub, the source of the fragrant mix, was filled with scented water. Soft music played in the background. Nearby, candles flickered, my favorite hazelnut coffee beckoned, and I slipped into a state of bliss.
When I reluctantly emerged from my palace of solitude, heated towels swaddled me before I donned an oversized fluffy white robe and lush terry slippers. My nerves felt less frazzled, my skin no longer itched from the ravages of winter dryness, and sore muscles relaxed. Clearing my Wednesday hump day hurdle never felt so good.
How do you relax?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer