laundry day

Going through the closet and finding a old shirt that you haven't worn for a while. Looking closer it looks like a good shirt to wear, just needs a wash. Laundry day again. A big pile just sits there waiting, things that haven't been worn for some time. Take the pile put it in the wash and add your favorite detergent. The liquid goes slowly down the detergent compartment to clean all the old dirt away and make it new. Time passes, not too much but enough to make it good again. THe buzzer goes off warning that it's time to move everything over. Take it all out and put it in the dryer, add a dryer sheet so the clothes are light and fluffy and comfortable. Giving them that soft worn feel against the skin, reasurring and fimilar. The clothes tumble around, genlty, warm air surrounding them. More time passes, again not long just enough till the dryer dings announcing everything is ready. Open the door and pull out the fresh clean and refined clothing. Put on the shirt and feel the fimilar comfortable feel against your skin. This shirt has been here before, through teh cycle; it has helped through tough times and good times. Wear the shirt around for a while. Slowly the clean starts to fade, dirt and grime work its way in. The fresh smell disapates, it gets old. The soft feel of the fabric turns rough and rubs agains skin. Too much time has passed, time to take off the shirt. It gets folded and put away to be used at a later time possibly, or it's just done with and time for a new shirt. And eventually the process starts all over again. Laundry day.