No. 296: an Evening Nude Stroll

I timed it for the roadside in the evening, just as it was starting to get dim, and once again today I started playing around in my embarrassing outfit. Every time a car from the evening rush hour passed by, our eyes almost met for a split second, and my heart skipped a beat. But I'm used to it by now. I'd skip along the white lines on the sidewalk or hide in the shadow of a utility pole and then dart out. As the streetlights began to come on one by one, I found it somehow amusing to watch my shadow stretch out. Once I realize no one's paying any attention, I get bolder and bolder. I'll crouch down by the roadside to line up stones, or stand up and do a little spin. Every time I hear the distant footsteps of people heading home, it feels like I'm spending some secret time all to myself. I can't let go of these evening moments anymore. If you see someone acting strangely by the roadside, that's me. I'd be happy if you watched over me with a warm smile.