I love the smell of fresh laundry. The subtle scent of a basket of freshly laundered sheets brings an almost immediate sense of calm.
Now a clean load of laundry is a satisfying thing in itself, a job done, a thing to tick off the list, but somehow, it’s more than that.
The sorting, the loading, the folding, the hanging… are a familiar ritual. I know what I’m doing - I’ve done it a thousand times before. I know what happens next - there’s no uncertainty or surprises.
So in the middle of the craziness of all that life is, a whiff of clean laundry takes me back to those calm, familiar moments. I know what I’m doing again. I have a certainty to cling onto - there’ll be laundry to do tomorrow.