I woke this morning and walked outside.

The air thick on my skin, rich with the scent of nature

as she basks in the afterglow of a hot, steamy night.

 

I inhale deeply, willingly surrendering open to my body’s sensuality.

 

I smell a powerful blend of wild wattle and ocean air…

I’m sure the wattle shouldn’t bloom at this time of year?

And, the mushroom circles in the grass?

Peculiar… and magical.

 

My senses are electric and magnetic.

I feel every cell sparkle with pleasure as the cool and moist dew caresses the soles of my feet.

Alive and enchanted by my body’s exquisite sensing.

 

A toned and golden, 30-something man sprints across the road in his undies.

 

I grin to myself and think…

It doesn’t get much better than this.