One of my favorites, from my list of fun, someday maybe goals, is building a home that incorporates a bathtub with a view. Imagine relaxing in a warm soaking tub. In front of you are large, floor-to-ceiling windows. Your gaze wanders naturally through them, not so much focusing on any specific point but instead it takes the scene in entirety. Because its dusk and the lights are off, the room is filled with a bluish almost violet light. The sun sets over the ocean, skyline, mountains, or lake (insert favorite vista). Your eyes close. You focus on the warmth.
I love the visual, and fortunately for me, I enjoyed it in person. About ten years ago, while staying in South Lake Tahoe, my father, with his inimitable charm, brightened the day of the woman booking our room. For a small moment of jovial conversation, she booked us in one of the casino’s nicest suites. And neither of us gambles! The next day, home from skiing, I figured, “I’m on vacation, why not take a bath.” Since a child, I hate light from unnatural sources and love natural light (at home, I turn the lights on only when its completely dark). I jumped in the tub before sunset. Imagine Lake Tahoe before you: star destroyer clouds capping massive white mountains surrounding a crystal blue lake. The mountains changed from yellow to orange to purple to blue. I staid in the tub for hours, and I repeated the experience each consecutive day.
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