Hotel room aesthetics

Another guilty pleasure: I love nice hotels. This one was particularly lovely in its colours, its simplicity and its serenity. The art was lovely: delicate photos of tree branches and etchings of dragonflies. Even the shampoo was lovely. When I woke up on Saturday, I made some mental calculations about how I might continue living in this hotel room for another month. Needless to say, I am back home with my own gloppy shampoo bottles and the kind of serenity that comes from sleeping cats and a running dishwasher. And that's just fine too.