It was 11pm on Friday the 13th of June, when my soul expressed a fervent desire to jump into the lake. By this time
both ladies and gentleman were ready for slumber, or at least not interested in wandering through the dark forest to quench my overwhelming want.
Upon their rejection of my proposal, I resolved to make the hike solitarily. After a tedious quarrel, it seems the others considered me incapacitated, I was finally permitted to exit the campground unsupervised.
I, with no source of light but the moon, began my journey through the coiling trails toward the lake. I arrived there finally, and found that others were similarily drawn to the water. I opted to create a trail down to the waters edge, some distance from the teeming dock. By this time, I was so comfortable in my isolation that social interaction was impossible. I felt as though if I opened my mouth to speak, nothing but undefined sound would
resonate.
Slowly I lowered my feet into the water and let the chill it produced seep into the depths of my body. Almost automatically I removed my bathing suit and submerged myself completely into the water. I was ecstatic. I swam there under the moon, naked and alone for nearly 30 minutes. Savoring the feeling of the crisp, cool, and peaceful water passing over every inch of my body in its most natural form. Staring into the vastness of the night sky, I
was taken aback by the serenity, the beauty of the moment.
On my walk back to the campground, wet and cold, I
realized that I have nothing in life to regret or loath and for that i am utterly appreciative. I also learned that there are many simple pleasures in life, such as bathing nude under the moonlight, that bring produce extreme exhiliration. I am glad I stopped my busyness and saluted this will.
I returned to the campsite, metamorphosed by my majectic moments in the moonlight. I was thrust back into society when asked, " How was it?"; to which I could only reply, "Good". It would have been iniquitous to try to explain my sensual expedition, while still feeling its affects.
I slept peacefully that night and awoke at dawn to the brilliant warmth of the sun and the soft sounds of nature. Slowly, my companions stirred and one remarked, " I should have gone to the lake." To which I grinned and remarked, " There is always tonight."
I was thankful for the hour I had alone, and desiring the immensity of the forthcoming day
both ladies and gentleman were ready for slumber, or at least not interested in wandering through the dark forest to quench my overwhelming want.
Upon their rejection of my proposal, I resolved to make the hike solitarily. After a tedious quarrel, it seems the others considered me incapacitated, I was finally permitted to exit the campground unsupervised.
I, with no source of light but the moon, began my journey through the coiling trails toward the lake. I arrived there finally, and found that others were similarily drawn to the water. I opted to create a trail down to the waters edge, some distance from the teeming dock. By this time, I was so comfortable in my isolation that social interaction was impossible. I felt as though if I opened my mouth to speak, nothing but undefined sound would
resonate.
Slowly I lowered my feet into the water and let the chill it produced seep into the depths of my body. Almost automatically I removed my bathing suit and submerged myself completely into the water. I was ecstatic. I swam there under the moon, naked and alone for nearly 30 minutes. Savoring the feeling of the crisp, cool, and peaceful water passing over every inch of my body in its most natural form. Staring into the vastness of the night sky, I
was taken aback by the serenity, the beauty of the moment.
On my walk back to the campground, wet and cold, I
realized that I have nothing in life to regret or loath and for that i am utterly appreciative. I also learned that there are many simple pleasures in life, such as bathing nude under the moonlight, that bring produce extreme exhiliration. I am glad I stopped my busyness and saluted this will.
I returned to the campsite, metamorphosed by my majectic moments in the moonlight. I was thrust back into society when asked, " How was it?"; to which I could only reply, "Good". It would have been iniquitous to try to explain my sensual expedition, while still feeling its affects.
I slept peacefully that night and awoke at dawn to the brilliant warmth of the sun and the soft sounds of nature. Slowly, my companions stirred and one remarked, " I should have gone to the lake." To which I grinned and remarked, " There is always tonight."
I was thankful for the hour I had alone, and desiring the immensity of the forthcoming day
