Hung to dry

There is something rejuvenating about it
a raw, down to earth feeling, that keeps you grounded.
Something about the way they move along with the wind,
The feeling it gives you when its coolness touches your cheek,
The scent of home that it puts off as it's being blow about in the wind,
There is something romantic about the way the shadows play with the sun
as it shines threw the linen as it hang's there to dry.