Mundane nudity
One of the more noteworthy observations I have made as a naturist is the sometimes feeling of being more naked than other times. When you are nude most hours of the day it almost becomes so commonplace that you forget it. You forget how special it is, because it has become the norm and isn’t really special anymore.
But some days I just feel more free than others. Some days my nudity is far more noticable. The breeze is just that much more sensational on my skin, the sun is that much warmer. Sometimes it’s just the blissful feeling of nothing. I just am. Naked. Open to the world.
Recently I had the particular sensation of bare feet on grass. For the past two years when not in work boots I have worn minimalist sandals. This no-rise footwear has done wonders for my back pain, but they have also caused my feet to be soft. Not wanting to lose my ability to go barefoot (not to mention the tan lines…) I decided to ditch them for a few days.
::sighs::
You would think that I would notice the difference under my feet the most. When most people decide to go barefoot they frequently talk about the sensation of grass or rocks or dirt underneath their steps. Not me. I noticed the air on top. I felt a coolness that I had not felt for awhile.
This is the same kind of coolness that I feel all over my body sometimes. It is an incredible sensation that one has to experience at least once in their life.
Maybe if you’re a long time nudist you will understand what I mean.
Anyone else out there sometimes have that feeling of “holy crap, I’m naked, and it’s awesome!”?