What a night...

Tonight has got to be one of the most interesting nights I have and probably will ever have. I did it. I ran. And I was naked.

The Naked Run happened tonight. I wouldn't consider it an impulsive decision because I was semi-planning on doing it anyway. Upon being hyped up by some friends, I decided, "why not?". I've always prided myself on being mature, rational, and a goody two-shoes, but tonight, there was something different. It was almost as if I wanted to defy the odds, to go against the current I laid out for myself, do something different. In seeing the lack of participation from the boys, a clock ticked in my head and I took it off. I ran out and followed the crowd-the naked, wet, unknown crowd.

It's almost as if we were going to war. Chanting, screaming, roaring we all went. The adrenaline rush, the wet bodies bumping into each other, the crazed eyes that glanced into you, all made me feel uncomfortably relaxed. I wanted to be there. I was there. And I liked it there. It was as if we all had the same group think. We all wanted to do something society would shun- run naked in the rain- and we wouldn't give a hoot about what others thought or said. People of all colors, body types, sexual orientation ran together as if we were all one giant person. It was truly enlightening.

I find myself at a loss for words when attempting to explain what I witnessed, felt, and analyzed. Let us just settle and say that it was one hell of a night that ended in great company.

~*!

And yet, speaking of great company, contrary to the loud war cries of the naked crazies, I found this chaotic night finally ending with composed silence. With you, the silence is not deafening but rather stimulating and moving. I know I'm comfortable with you when not saying one word is meaning much more than a conversation. Rodnil.

She speaks.