Naked In The Azov — Sea

There is a specific kind of quiet that exists only in the shallows of the Azov Sea. It isn’t the dramatic silence of a mountain peak or the heavy stillness of a library. It is the quiet of a wading pool.

It was late July. The sun had turned the sandbar into a pale gold crust. The water temperature hovered near 26°C (79°F), so tepid it felt like stepping into a bath. There was no wind—a rare gift. The horizon was a soft blur where the milky blue water met the faded sky. naked in the azov sea

Yesterday, I decided to go swimming the way nature intended. There is a specific kind of quiet that