Reflections: End of April, 2018

April has come and gone. One of the shortest months of the year, it is the very shortest month of the Spring season. June is another 30-day month but as Summer arrives on June 21, it technically isn’t an entirely Spring month. What matters most, at least in my humble opinion, is that the weather becomes warmer and the daylight lasts longer. At long last, the outdoor temperatures here have finally turned pleasant. This is absolutely my time of the year!

After reading what I just wrote, I realized how very selfish that makes me. As if I am the only man in the universe who appreciates the arrival of Spring. I have a number of friends and blogging buddies who are equally tired of the Winter dreariness and are just as eager for sunshine and a moderating climate.

There is most definitely a change in the mood of others once the Spring season begins to settle in our area. Everyone seems to have an improved attitude, tempers don’t flare as they ordinarily would and most people seem to become somewhat friendlier and polite. It’s as if overnight the Spring wood-sprites sprinkled some sort of magical dust or confetti over Washington, D.C., and the surrounding metropolitan region.

Even commuters, notorious for their quick temper and erratic driving habits have calmed down. Drivers are, at last, actually following traffic patterns and not trying to maim or murder every pedestrian. I feel I can safely walk from my subway station to my university without a armored tank as an escort.

In Washington, D.C., there are signs all around that herald the arrival of Spring, 2018. The trees are now sprouting their new foliage after the cherry-blossoms appeared around the Jefferson Memorial abutting the National Mall. Tulips and daffodils adorned the landscape as visual proof that we had, indeed, managed to survive yet another harsh Winter. Washington can be both a beautiful and inspiring city despite the chaotic and often confusing ramblings of the current leadership and other sundry politicians.

And perhaps the most inspirational sights to see, at least for same gender loving (gay) bare practitioners (naturists/Nudists), is the men. wearing less and less in the warming temperatures.

In honor of this auspicious occasion, the arrival of another Springtime, I’m posting this image of yours truly, clothes-free. It was taken on an early, and warm, April morning a couple of years ago – in the joyful company of some blooming daffodils! Happy Spring!

Naked hugs!

Roger/ReNude Pride