Wet Shirts

[Cita]

I have been wearing the same shirt for five days in a row... and the same jeans... pockets stuffed with necessities like Jolly Rancher candies, flat camera, tally book, pencil, knife, barn door key, and lip balm.

The shirt goes through cycles... covered with horse hair, blood, sweat, a little bit of manure... and then miraculously gets clean.

I take it off, unsnapping in one swift motion, leather reins looped over my arm, revealing my "mash-em flat," otherwise known as sports bra.

I hold the pockets together, up safely above the surface of the trough or dirt tank, and dip the rest of the shirt into the cool water before lifting it dripping to wring out into the dirt.

I arch my back when the wet denim touches my skin, cold and clammy, and oh, so nice.

In 20 minutes I'll wish I could do it again as the hot Arizona sun beats down, and my horse plods along behind slow moving cows, always going somewhere good.

[Allie]

I like the paradoxex in this. The unrelenting sun and manure stained shirt against a woman's soft skin. Feminine body parts harnessed for practicality. And yes, the sexy image that a "wet shirt" conjures up yet the realities of a day on the range -- blood, hair, dirt, sweat.

[Erin Cole]

You actually make me want to be in that hot Arizona weather, bustin butt.
I'll admit the title got me too.

[Doug McIntire]

Nice. I assumed erotic by the title but it was earthy and natual. Very visual imagery in the descriptions. And growing with horses in an agricultural setting, I can relate.
~D

[John Wiswell]

It's enviable when activity reaches a deeper peace than rest. I can feel your desire to do it again.