While doing laundry, I came across my daughter’s terry cloth swimsuit cover. A deep ocean blue size 10 youth reminder of summer. I’m not sure how I’ve not washed it and put it away for the season with the rest of the summer things, but I don’t mind. For some reason it makes me feel happy. It gets washed, it gets dried, it gets folded. When I bend over and open the summer tote, I feel like I get slapped by a rainbow. The smell of clean swimsuits and beach towels, the bright sunny colors, and the flood of sunshine filled memories makes me feel happy. Maybe invisible summer rays of vitamin D were inside the tote and exploded all over me when I opened it and soaked into my skin and made my brain smile. It’s a working theory. Anyway, it was a lovely experience in my basement laundry room, on a snowy Iowa December Wednesday.