Wriggling, naked, basking in the soothing sun of a 70-degree day in late March...
That's what my toes did today.
I wore sandals for the first time since last fall. It may have been 39 degrees at 8 a.m., when I left my house for work. I may have been the recipient of several strange looks from co-workers who walked in to the office all bundled up in sweaters and overcoats and woolen socks. Tomorrow may be 20 degrees cooler than today.
But for today, my bare toes and their nails—polished with the bright OPI spring shade "Most Honorable Red"—soaked up the rays. And they're looking forward to more sunny days ahead, to days when the shoes come off and hot sand nestles itself in between them, to times when they alternately dance upon scorching hot cement or writhe in the chill of water spilling from a garden hose.
Break out the Birkis and the Tevas. It's time to play.
That's what my toes did today.
I wore sandals for the first time since last fall. It may have been 39 degrees at 8 a.m., when I left my house for work. I may have been the recipient of several strange looks from co-workers who walked in to the office all bundled up in sweaters and overcoats and woolen socks. Tomorrow may be 20 degrees cooler than today.
But for today, my bare toes and their nails—polished with the bright OPI spring shade "Most Honorable Red"—soaked up the rays. And they're looking forward to more sunny days ahead, to days when the shoes come off and hot sand nestles itself in between them, to times when they alternately dance upon scorching hot cement or writhe in the chill of water spilling from a garden hose.
Break out the Birkis and the Tevas. It's time to play.
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