Running naked can bring you a sense of freedom that money or technology cannot buy.
My knee bent to the floor, I meticously strengthen the laces on my right shoe.
After a short slam, the blue sky showcases a perishing tan line on my right wrist.
I tip tap across the fields, I am free, like a child in a sweetie shop, this is my playtime.
My playtime bereft of any technology and distractions.
A crunch of hay and splattering of leaves is replaced with orderly sounding footsteps.
Pondering my next move, a clock tower makes an appearance.
I quickly allow myself to admire the base of the architecture before my latest right-hand turn.
This unveils fellow tip tappers, and I am quick to notice their scene is less tranquil to mine.
With a sea of electricity engulfing them from eardrum to pocket, and an occasional chest, the opportunity of a friendly greeting goes amiss.
Unbuoyed by the usual capital city rhetoric, I will get my opportunity to greet Edinburgh soon.
I allow myself the treat and stand at ease, locking a visual memory of the Castle and Arthur’s Seat momentarily erasing the charging portal floating on the Forth.
I begin to hurtle down the trail making 2 more left turns- evoking memories of a computerless childhood.
I am greeted to the songs of praise whilst tip tapping through a forested guard of honour.
That is until Katy Perry rudely interrupts the setting scene from a youngster’s pocket.
With no interference from the satellites, I continue to leave additional traces of my soles on neighbouring fields.
The lyrics of Firework and Dark Horse begin to gently be replaced by more bird song.
Sidestepping the occasional horse dung and print, I reflect on the past weekly Edinburgh Riding of the Marches.
Here I was honouring the field that hundreds of horses were celebrating their past ancestor’ freedom to express in creative play.
A form of expression so important which can allow even a teenage brain to rekindle their earlier youth, without any fearful electrical vibrations or evaluations of data.
In a world so full of technological devices, we do sometimes forget to really live.
Plagued by electromagnetic forces we allow our minds to be manipulated like a finished triangular crisp wrapper.
This is why running naked can allow you even just temporarily to lose the sense of freedom that money or technology cannot buy.
