I've wanted to skinny dip ever since the night my brother took off all his clothes and slid into our undersized front-yard pond and sat amongst the guppies. He said it tickled and though I told him he was disgusting and simultaneously catching the incurable form of the fish flu, I was undoubtedly jealous.
It would be another ten years before I shed my clothes of thread and swapped them for 1000 gallons of water. Of course, I would have never expected it to happen in Germany during the first week of December.
"I didn't think to bring my swimsuit."
They shrugged.
"Naked swimming?"
They shrugged.
"Alright, naked swimming it is."
And ten minutes later I was living an old fantasy, staring at the stars from my rippling liquid gown.
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