Early day was sort of haze of activity. Things were done in a rapid succession and I kept up with demands. Neighbor-lass wanted to go nude-beaching and check out the harvest moonrise so I got together some food stuffs and set off on the long trip down there.
Pleasant enough weather, was warm and humid but very little sun throughout. Kept feeling like it was just about to peek through but it never happened with all the clouds. Not exactly ideal for nudey times. Water was cool and clear, very nice to swim in. Diving was especially fun as the waters get deeper there quickly, really felt the pressure on the ol' sinuses. Back on land, the food really hit the spot but the flies were also out in force. This wasn't so bad as a good two thirds of the flies weren't biters, but they still wanted to fly allover me, including swarming my junk. Minorly unpleasant for me, but genuinely distressing for neighbor-girl. My feeling is that they're so drawn to me that she gets to enjoy relatively fly-free times and should be thankful.
Skies did not clear on the long walk back, but setting up on a rock wall we were still able to catch the blood red rise of the full harvest moon through the gaps in the clouds. The moon continued its journey past layer after layer of clouds, coming out a different shade at each gap. This seemed to be a fairly ideal day, but somehow things got a bit intense walking back under the moon. Questions got testy and I came to the correct conclusion that words tend to make everything worse when dealing with an emotional problem. The whole thing took a bit of sorting all the way back to her place and then even there I had to pull profound, near poetic, memories and reminders out to get everything settled. Not ideal and at times almost felt like some sort of emotional extortion, but such are women and I handled things respectably well.