"Towel", oil on board, by Don Gray

Drying my face this morning in the bathroom, it suddenly came to me how lucky I am to have a soft towel to use. There it is, hanging on the rack just for me, this velvety cloth that feels smooth and soothing on my face. It’s not a rag, not a soiled and skinny sheet, not a disheveled piece of material that’s been used for many days. It’s a clean towel as deep and soft as you could find – a luxurious gift for my still drowsy face this morning.