Sunbathed

After what felt like a gap of several decades, an maybe it has been that long, memories fade and time has taken a strange gummy form stretching at certain points an contracting at others, I truly enjoyed sitting out in the sun, napping an generally having a fun sun bathing experience. Like remember in Kathmandu we'd sit on our roofs or balconies after a nice big rice lunch and then nap, maybe even with oil on our hair, and wake up groggy and discombobulated, confused, because of the sun and the sleep but also because of the dehydration caused by staying out in the sharp sun end this with a couple of glasses of cold water and just be so totally refreshed feel so fill because it's almost like you soaked up the sun in your body? Good times. Or before that, much earlier, when as kids they'd cover us in mustard oil and put us out in the sun to be baked, brown and tanned? My grandmother believes, and perhaps reasonably so, that a person is not truly 'baked in' unless they're well-oiled and baking out in the sun.

In any case, we spent like two hours out in the sun, right in front of the apartment when no one else was around and it just felt so great. Despite the tiny annoying strange insects that tried climbing into my ear tunnels and up into my shorts. My skin was just glowing, throbbing with joy, a tingle of pleasure and satisfaction perhaps.