Then I dropped.
It isn’t about exhibitionism. It’s about realizing that for a few hours, you don’t have to be a body shaped by clothes and posture. You can just be a creature of the warm, shallow sea. Disclaimer: This is a reflective piece on naturism/nudism in a remote setting. Always be aware of local laws and customs regarding public nudity. In Russia/Ukraine (depending on the current border context of the Sea of Azov), public nudity is generally restricted to designated or remote beaches. Practice responsible wild swimming. naked in the azov sea
I stayed until the sun began to sink, turning the shallow water into a sheet of liquid copper. I stood up in waist-deep water, watching the steam rise off my shoulders. The water was so calm that the reflection of the sky was perfect. Then I dropped
I found a stretch where the reeds grew tall enough to hide a towel but thin enough to let the breeze through. I stripped down. You can just be a creature of the warm, shallow sea
Yesterday, I decided to go swimming the way nature intended.
I lay back, floating on the surface. The high salinity—three times less salty than the Mediterranean, but salty enough to hold you—cradled my lower back. For the first time in months, my spine felt no gravity.