No. 261: a Nude Stroll on the Beach

At the beach, the sand sizzles as its heat seeps into the soles of my feet. Once again today, dressed in a revealing outfit, I began walking slowly along the water's edge, all by myself. The occasional glances from the sparse crowd of beachgoers sting a little, but since this is my third time here, I'm completely at ease. If anything, I feel a sense of pride—as if people are whispering, “That person is here again”—and I stand up straighter. The waves lapping at my feet give me a sensation completely different from the park lawn where I was just a moment ago. My footprints left in the white sand seem to be claiming this spot for me—I find them endearing. Pretending to pick up a seashell, I crouch down and freeze in a slightly embarrassing pose. Every time the laughter of a group playing in the distance drifts on the wind, my heart skips a beat, but I just can't stop. Maybe next time I'll try going into the water? Your “like” might just give me the courage to do it.