It somehow seemed an appropriate thing to do.
Invitingly exposed, and magnificent, the mellifluous curves of the outcrop beckoned
Jumping naked around the rocks was the only natural response.
A quick and superficial scout for unwitting voyeurs was all I could afford; the imminent freedom too tantilising to waste searching for the possibility of others.
Like so many hastily unwrapped gifts, I disrobed.
Liberated from layers of civilising fetters, I stood.
The warm granite beneath my feet. Strong
and self-assured. Or was that me?
Caressed by a porcelain silt breeze. I felt delicious.