Taking Out the Trash
I get up early and stroll down the driveway to pick up the newspaper each morning in the nude. Since the daylight hours are starting to recede, the walks down to the end of the driveway are getting a little bit darker each day, but it is still in the daylight.
The trash pickup truck comes around this hour as well. I have been at the end of the driveway on several occasions at the same time as they arrived and we exchange a nod as they go about their business of getting the trash and I go about my business of getting my newspaper in the nude. Yesterday I had to wait while standing next to them while they emptied my trash and handed me back my trash can as well so that I could bring that back to the house.
I love this interchange in that I am in my natural state of nude and they are doing their business without problem. It would feel so right to me if this were the case everywhere and not solely early in the morning with the trash personnel. It would be ideal if it were at the grocery store or at the dry cleaners etc. where one can attend to their business in the nude or clothed without any ruckus or legal repercussion.
Alas, that is not the case and so I savor these small and peaceful interactions where we can both be who we are and say hello to each other in the state that we each choose to be in at that moment.