Naked Man -preview-

The ground was still moist from the harsh rain that had hardly just died away, the cold, wet cement stinging the soles of my feet and ripping at the skin on my toes. As I splashed through an unavoidable puddle collected in a dip in the sidewalk, the water reached as high as my thighs, exposing my legs more intensely to the element, the perpetual breeze intensified by my running. I searched as I moved for any cover for my indecency, for even the most humble clothes; a soaked, abandoned blanket, a fallen leafy branch. My environment proved unaccommodating, while the amorphous light purple blotches above looked eager to drench me with a downpour at any whim. With darkness as my only veil and my only friend, I continued, knowing that though every footstep was another into my current situation, it was another leg-length from my previous one.