If only I could have been naked

What a day it was for being without the cottons on outside.

Today I was visiting the Kershaw Gardens in Rockhampton where I met up with a group of people not related to being naked. As we sat there, the rain continued to fall from the sky bringing with it a sweet freshness from the botanicals.

As the rain fell and that sweet aroma came and came, all I wanted to do was strip and go on a merry walk through the Gardens, feeling the rain run off my skin. I always feel colder when I am wearing wet clothes than naked. No wonder wearing wet clothing makes you unwell.

I say, encourage nudism in public when it rains and cut down on the post rain illness. If only!