The Bath
Slowly she disrobed and released herself from the cling of her sports bra. She could hear the muffled sound of water as it tumbled out from the shiny, chrome faucet into the snowy mountains of fragrant bubbles.
At first the water made a sharp splashing sound. As bubbles began to rise, the sound became more and more muffled. The piney aroma of the bubble bath rose upward as she pulled herself out from the elastic waist band that held her soccer shorts and under garment around her waist. The band left a slight rippled pink track around the smooth tanned contour of her hips.
One foot at a time she stepped through the cool peaks of foam. The sudden heat enveloped her feet and ankles, providing a welcome, soothing sensation. So different from the intense clamping of socks, cleats and shin guards worn on the field. Bracing herself on the sides of the tub, she lowered her tired body into the foam. Cool foam yielded caressing her seat and thighs, the fragrance entered her nose and lungs as she slid beneath the bubbles into the bath.
She lay there observing the foam, like huge icebergs towering around her. Slowly they began to dissipate, floating off into smaller and smaller bubble islands. She could hear the muffled crackle of bursting bubbles as steamy air met release to the atmosphere. In complete surrender she lay, observing bubbles clinging to her limbs and the sides if the tub shrinking into smaller and smaller bits of foam.
This might be a perfect metaphor for the melting ice caps during global warming, she thought. Surrounded by the warm embrace of water, bubbles and fragrance. Well, … this was a little like love.