Nude.

The risk is never zero.

It’s mid-February and there’s a seasonal change in the air. It seems earlier than expected. Mornings are chilly and evenings settle into autumnal stillness. Washing hung on the line overnight is damp with dew in the morning. Wildlife is active, the sky filled with the screech of Carnaby’s Cockatoo. Perhaps it’s a momentary pause; a fierier extended summer hiding in the next month.