The fresh aroma of the dawn laundry detergent shot through my nose like a rocket that had just taken off to its mission; I felt as though I could quite literally taste the detergent, it was bursting through my sinuses. I rushed my cold fingertips through the clothes back and forth like a small wave in the ocean on a calm day. I heard the fabrics shuffle on there old wooden hangers which were making clanks as well. They sounded like a wind chime as a strong breeze merely swept them away as they made their music louder than ever. They all looked familiar because they were mine and I had to find one each day everything is different and unique but seeing their patterns engraved in my brain, my consciousness, and my soul they all somehow blended together to make one beautiful masterpiece like and artist just used the colors he had left and threw them on in a delicate yet carefree manner that the contrast is very pleasing to the eye.