Today, Friday was my last day of vacation but tonight showers fell across the Baix Llobregat and the morning dawned cloudy, ruining my plans to go to the beach. My wife had gone to work and had breakfast with reluctance, the sky looked uncertain.
On reflection, however, and having taken out and the bike in the garage, I took the road leading to the sea, hoping that better day. After pacing up and down the promenade Gava, to entertain myself watching the houses of the most successful and almost run over one poodle, I stopped along a stretch of beach seemed deserted, barren wide distance covering the sand from a dune hidden, perfect for leaving the bike, and the sea. Only the lookout tower of the Red Cross at a reasonable distance, disturbed the solitude.
I left the bike lying on the wild grass growing in the lee of the dune chosen and walked with a stiff gait to shore. The water was brave and a thin veil of clouds let in half the sun, creating strange games of light and shadows on the rough sea. There was not anyone else. In the tower, the watch seemed to doze under the yellow flag is waved like a rag in the wind.
As a thought of as natural, it suddenly occurred to me that could get naked there and enter the water without. Do not misunderstand me: I am not a pervert (although I would like to know what that means for you, the reader) and a shy exhibitionist. In regards to nudity on the beach, it is certain that, with few exceptions all of my fellow can imagine, I do not enjoy seeing other people naked in the sun. In fact makes me blush, it bothers me and sometimes I dislike, so I can perfectly understand that others do not want to see me as my mother brought me to the world.
However, no one was there. Perhaps the watchman did not sleep really, maybe a passer chose that moment to approach the shore or perhaps a maid made the bed of his master in one of those enormous houses, across the walk, and decided to peek, indiscreet the window ... but the fact is that none of these things seemed close enough to self-conscious or uncomfortable. So, in a quick gesture, I got rid of the swimsuit and threw it next to the sports and the backpack and lying in the sand.
Walking barefoot, naked, slowly entered the water and plunged in one leap to feel about my body, my whole body, cold water and agitated water bath primary, primeval, the liquid salty in the first cells that flourished millions of years ago, there now floating like I did. I swam off, I dipped, dived like a fish and plunged again and again, exultant, excited by the lack of resistance of the swimsuit, the smoothness with which the water flowed over the skin.
When he finally left the water, the sun had return to glory, the clouds had vanished and I lay down exhausted on the warm sand, letting the weather and wind dry out the salt drops, except my lips, I drank delighted.
No, I guess it could neither would do the same on a crowded beach but God, truly I tell you, reader, be sure to find your private beach!, Your secluded cove, this where they come into intimate contact with the world around you.
