The Nude Beach

I once went to a nude beach. I was on the other side of the country. Nobody knew me. I stripped down and ran into the surf, but just to cool off for a moment. I have a fear of large bodies of water and I’m not a great swimmer. I got out of the water and found a spot to put my blanket down, and then I looked at all the naked people. There weren’t that many there that day, but enough. I was curious. There were people of all shapes, sizes and ages. I assumed it wasn’t polite to stare so I read my book. After awhile, I got up and went for a walk. Naked. It was weird. Still, I went. I walked until there weren’t any people around. The landscape had changed. There were big rocks and red dirt. I came upon a couple behind some rocks rubbing the red mud on each other. I probably watched them for a little too long. I figured that was a good time to turn around and go back to my blanket. I have no desire to be a nudist, but I have to admit, that was a pretty fun day. I think this topic came to me because it is 87 degrees in my house and that beach is sounding pretty good right now. Also, I can’t think of a damn thing to write about so at least this is something…