Filled. Foam fluffed up to the edges. I usually add essential oil to my water oasis, but this time there was none. I wanted an apple, I really did. My grandmother gave me some apples the day before. I love them, they are different, natural-flavored.

I sit in the bathroom. I hold an apple. No thoughts. I take a bite of red fruit and close my eyes from the taste pleasure... Mmm... A moment that requires no explanation-I, the bathroom and the apple. Such a simple action and so much life in it. Life flowing through taste, color, smell, feeling, feelings-through everything that comes. Still no thoughts.)

Turned on the Indian mantra, ducked into a warm blanket of water and listened to the love.
It was in the air.