Clean Hippies

Miles away from the nearest Starbucks, we baked in the relentless sun for two days, stretched out on wooden benches ; naked bodies by a green pool; long-legged hares and giggling wild turkeys came to peer at us. At night we floated in dark and smelly waters, and looked up at the sky, wondering if that was the Milky Way.
We glared at sociable Philadelphians who wouldn't behave in the appropriate way, splashing in the pool and ruining the zenness of it all. We smoked pot and played ping pong, bearing the rattlesnakes in mind everytime we lost a ball. I taught gf how to play Scrabble and she understood why I loathe it so. We laughed at the very butch dyke behaving awkwardly in the naked area; it can't be easy to behave like a butch when you're naked.

Back in the City of Fog, I'm still radiating heat. Thank you Wilbur Hot Springs.