Wednesday, September 25, 2013

195. Massage

I have spent 2 hours this evening trying a bunch of different ways to write about how unbelievably amazing it feels to get a massage when you're a hiker. It was all in vain. No matter how matter-of-factly or innocently I worded it, describing the feeling of a massage looked like a plot summary on the dust jacket of a dime-store romance novel.

So I've given up on this one. Suffice it to say: you could get a massage from a professional or from a some other hiker; someone could barely touch your spine with a feather or whack your muscles with a ball-peen hammer; you could get smacked in the shoulder by a low-flying woodpecker or rub your back up against a tree like a bear. It doesn't matter.

It'll feel like the best thing that has ever happened to you.

Clever Girl

1 comment:

  1. At a loss for words? Who'd ever thunk it! Thanks for these little gems.