A hot day on the balcony
Jason was sitting on his balcony; the sun was shining, and he was naked. He was surrounded by pots overflowing with plants, the chairs were arranged in a comfortable conversational grouping, but Jason was alone. He stood and walked to the front of the balcony and leaned on the wall. His condo was on a side street, removed from busy thoroughfares, it was quiet, almost bucolic. You could smell the pine trees, the cut grass below him, children played in the park across from him and it just seemed peaceful. He was so bored. So tired of being alone in the space. He needed to get out, to do something. He headed inside, threw on a pair of shorts, didn’t bother with underwear, and grabbed a tank top, he didn’t really have the body for that, but it was too warm for sleeves. He grabbed a backpack, filled some water bottles with ice water and packed few snacks. He threw a pair of flip flops in the bag, just in case and then put on some shoes and socks an...