I’ve been offline, taking my annual writing retreat in a southern city where the trees are flowering. After a winter of wearing heavy socks and multiple layers of clothing, it’s felt wonderful to strip down to just a t-shirt and jeans. I’ve spend my mornings writing in the quiet, and my afternoons hiking along the river. Yesterday in the afternoon sun, I lay down on the sun-heated flagstones in the courtyard of the retreat place, close enough to listen to the water falling from the fountain, and took a nap.
Naked Writers Week will resume as soon as I return home and sleep off the dramamine that’s currently coursing through my veins. I have one more naked photo to post, this one with a surprise twist.