The storm clouds gather over the dusky river, but it doesn't matter to us. We're safe inside, and only need to shut the wavery glass of the ancient eaved windows against the rains when and if they come. But for now, they're open, the breezes come, almost lusty, as smooth as silk and as airy as mesh, full of the promise of the storm. An easy afternoon, the feeling worth remembering.
Hand wash in lukewarm water with an extra-gentle lingerie wash; gently squeeze out excess water and lay flat to dry