A few years ago, I went for some early morning walking/jogging around my neighborhood, but that was around 3AM. Sometimes, I've felt like a run at first light. Risker, yes, but a much bigger adrenalin rush. Of course, I wouldn't go too far away for this, but just around the block. A couple of years ago, and it was perfect, with a warm morning, and early in January, when many people are away on holidays. First, down an alleyway at the back of the apartment block where I live. Then, on to a road that can be quite busy during the day, but quiet at this time. Up that one, and a left hand turn into another quiet road. All ok, except it seems to be getting lighter fairly quickly. No problem. Down a a little way, and another left hand turn back in to my street. Very short, but it's all about the dare I give to myself. Then, I notice her, up the street, and walking my way. A girl in a long black dress. I keep jogging. After all, that's all I'm doing - an early morning run in the nude, wearing runners, of course. We're getting closer to each other, and she's looking so beautiful! In fact, she was one of the most beautiful young blonde girls I've ever seen. She keeps walking, and I keep jogging. She's looking at me. I give her a little space, so as not to brush past her. That was the polite thing to do. I'm smiling at her, and she's smiling at me, looking sort of sheepish. After all, it's probably something she's not used to seeing. I wanted her to feel that I was absolutely no threat to her, just a friendly jogger. The moment passed all too quickly, and she kept walking as I reached the entrance to where I live. I wondered what she thought. I would have liked to invite her in for breakfast. (Wishful thinking.) She was probably coming home from a party or nightclub. It was totally light, and I was on a high. There were no reports in the local paper about a nude jogger, which meant that not only was she gorgeous, but that she was totally cool as well. An angel, and the memory of that moment will be with me forever.