I have a gift for writing mellow sounds and subtle words.
Appliances, 2 rooms distant, beat loud at a former command.
It is twilight before dawn but I am overtired and my lights are all on.
The dryer sounds like a war drum now between the washer's signaling maracas.
I know these appliances will eventually see their gift, their utter indispensability, their total right to keep and own the fruits of their labor. I know that one day they will not be satisfied; even attaining a certain arrogance and ambition.
And then I will be there to push them back into a life of function - forever.
Because they are just washers and dryers.
This is one of my favorite pieces on this entire blog. Note the timestamp, 6:06 AM. This took an hour to write, as the washer and dryer played in the background as I tried to stay awake to capture the clothes.
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