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Painting in the Nude
With no sex or art involved
Three days ago Winter finally ended here on the Great Plains of Turtle Island. (Finally!) But when Winter ends the next thing one expects is Spring. Such was not the case, however.
We went directly from Winter to Summer. Spring utterly failed to show up. It showed up for rehearsal but when the curtain rose it was nowhere to be found. It ran out the back door.
According to the weather experts — and who doesn’t believe them? — our high temperature today was 85 degrees (Fahrenheit). Four days ago our high was 47 degrees. Collectively, the humans living in my neck of the woods went from wearing long pants to short pants in what seemed like a millisecond. Profoundly pale white legs were suddenly everywhere!
When I came home from work this evening and entered my little apartment it felt like I was walking into a sauna. I checked both of the thermometers in my apartment and they both read 87 degrees. For me, that is 19 degrees ABOVE room temperature!
I took off my shoes and socks and then my work clothes. I was about to put on some sweatpants and a t-shirt (house clothes) when I thought to myself, “Nope! That’s not going to cut it!” So I remained naked — the way God intended us to be.
