it's the simple things.
this weekend, and the past few weekends, when I've done laundry, I've hung it out to dry.
something about sun-dried clothing is better than any detergent smell.
and hanging laundry brings me back to my grandma's backyard, sitting below the lines as she hung sheets. Sometimes she'd let me use the hanging sheets as a tent and I would sit out there for hours, reading and writing, inhaling the scent of clean and cotton.