unedited for 100 days. Day 8

There was a funny little ritual I had as a kid. I can't say that I know exactly when I started doing this, but I had to be tall enough to climb up onto the bathroom counter on my own. I would sit on the counter with my feet in the sink, soaking them in hot water until they were bright red in color. Once the water cooled, I would drain the water and fill it up again with a fresh batch. I could have sat there for an hour and probably did a few times. I remember wrapping my arms around my legs and resting my cheek against my knee, staring at my reflection in the mirror thinking nothing important. I remember being young enough, that I was able to look into the mirror without judgment. Quite the opposite actually. I remember studying my face and just being fascinated. Wondering what eye balls were made out of. Studying the hairs that made up my eyebrows and the gaps between my teeth. It was such an innocent and non judgmental experience. 30 something years later and I think it's time I go soak my feet in the sink and get reacquainted with the fascination of having a human face again.