The workers are back in our garden to finish their project. I find myself inside again after a good part of the morning being spent in the garden area cleaning up some of their mess so that we have some visual relief until they haul away their construction rubbish. But now, I am indoors waiting for the showers to stop and the soup to finish cooking so that we can go for a walk around our fishing village. It’s not a beach walk day, a good thing as another day without intense sun will do my skin a world of good. The light pink has faded, but I want the hints of being on the edge of burning to be banished.
It is a treasured thing to have a residence that is surrounded by a high wall which allows me to be clothing free almost all of the time. Though my wife is not into being clothing free, she is supportive of my real need, perhaps best described as a psychological more than a physiological need. It’s as though I find myself breathing easier when the clothing is off. My whole being glows as though I have just emerged into sunshine after having been held in tight spaces far underground. I know that there is more to my being clothing free than some sort of philosophical or sociological statement. It some ways it almost seems to be about the survival of my soul.