Okay, okay, I know. The title may have misled you. There will be nothing *tacky* here on the subject of naked, so if that’s your interest, move on.
I’m talking about the very first time, after a long tedious winter, and after an even longer, more tortuous cold spring, the VERY FIRST TIME you leave your house WITHOUT A COAT. No jacket. No protective layer or outer shell. Just you. In your cotton t-shirt. Short-sleeves, mind you. Full monty, crazy courageous, bare-armed NAKED in the sunshine. Practically.
Tentatively swinging wide your front door and testing the air: will I die of frostbite today? Will I get sunburn around and then suffer the pangs of a cold north wind during my commute home? Feeling brave, setting out down the street. NO JACKET. I’m telling you, it’s as if I woke up this morning in a swimsuit model’s body, threw on a bikini and starting flitting around the streets of my neighborhood with a perfect tan, a peppy soundtrack and not an iota of modesty. That’s *exactly* what this feels like.
If you live in a warm or temperate place, you may never know this feeling. Part of me wishes I lived there, and that I don’t know this feeling. As delicious as it is, the novelty of getting to move through the world without a jacket today pales in comparison with the prolonged pleasure of getting to move through world without a jacket EVERY DAY FOR MONTHS. I just love a temperate climate. Bliss.
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