There is something very liberating about having no clothes.
Every morning we put on the same things.
And when we return from our rides, shower and change, it is into the same tracksuit pants and top every evening .
I intend to get into my pyjamas each night and instead crawl into bed just as I am, tracksuit and all.
My breeches, chaps, socks, (there was a clean pair; still drying in a truck somewhere I’m thinking) helmet and jacket now stand in the corner, almost by themselves, so coated are they in sweat, salt, sand, and above all memories.
Waiting for me to put them on again : safe, smelly, secure and with no choice.
It is very liberating to have no clothes 😄