Saving Virtue

I dreamed that I made my way through a rainy, crowded city to the public bandstand, where I had previously placed piles of our (mine and my daughter’s) clean, folded laundry.  Only the top layer of laundry was wet from the rain, so it wasn’t the total loss it could have been, but we had to figure out how to save the laundry and prevent the need to do it over.  We knew we couldn’t balance the piles of laundry if we attempted to carry them.  So we donned all of the clothes simultaneously and wore them away from the bandstand, toward dry quarters.  If dirty laundry is a metaphor for vice, then clean, folded laundry is a metaphor for virtue.  Virtue is not for public display, but to be worn like clothing.  We can’t carry it around like a parcel; we have to take it on.