Naked In The Azov Sea Today

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.

Take off your suit. Walk into the shallows. naked in the azov sea

I swam breaststroke, feeling the current—weak but persistent—sliding over my thighs and stomach. A tiny crab the size of my thumbnail scuttled over my ankle, indifferent to my nudity. Schools of sprat darted past, flashing silver. I found a stretch where the reeds grew