Something About Folding Laundry

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There’s something quiet I like about folding laundry once it’s dry. No machines running. Just the soft rustle of fabric and the stillness in the room.

I hang everything outside when I can. The heat does the drying and the wind does the rest. When I bring it all back in, the fabric feels sun-warmed and a bit rough from the air. It smells like the yard and the day it dried in.

Folding becomes a kind of rhythm. Shirts, towels, the little things. I don’t rush it. Edges lined up, stacks forming.

The smell is different. Not detergent, not dryer sheets. Just sun and wind and fabric.
My mind drifts while my hands work. Nothing big. Just small thoughts that stick around a while longer than usual.

Simple work. Grounding. I never mind it.

Simply me, 
Drakovi Bloodrose 

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