Sundays, I washed my Mazda.
My car is white with black interior.
I rinsed it, then turned the dial to soap and gave it a good scrubbing.
As the timer counted down, I hurried to deposit more quarters.
I gave it a final power rinse, then wiped it with a rag.
I pulled out of the bay, vacuumed the interior, and dried the car under the sun.
My once dirty car was now clean. A thing of beauty. A miracle. As pure as a saint.
I knew it was temporary, but for a few days, at least, I felt complete.
My car is white with black interior.
I rinsed it, then turned the dial to soap and gave it a good scrubbing.
As the timer counted down, I hurried to deposit more quarters.
I gave it a final power rinse, then wiped it with a rag.
I pulled out of the bay, vacuumed the interior, and dried the car under the sun.
My once dirty car was now clean. A thing of beauty. A miracle. As pure as a saint.
I knew it was temporary, but for a few days, at least, I felt complete.
