I used to wander down the road from my parents’ house, as a teenager. I would always walk through the remaining estate farms to get to friends’ houses. Even late at night I would walk through the woods, singing to myself if I felt scared. On rainy days, I would don a heavy raincoat and my always-present backpack and head up into a beautiful stretch of hilly woods and pastures. I’d find a secluded tree to sit beneath and pull my hood down over my face and over whatever paper I was writing on. I’d sit for an hour or two, just listening to the rain, hoping for a dear to run past.
That reminds me. Not far from that rainy day spot was the field where I played nude tag with my lovely, lovely first true love. She was so beautiful and sensual and naughty. We played moonlight nude tag and I chased her around trees and throught the grass. I caught her hand kissed her and rolled on the ground with her. She was pure heaven to be with.
