Feet don't have to be glamorous, or even embellished with nail polish, to be happy that it feels like early summer and the sand on the beach is warm enough for walking barefoot. That was yesterday which was sunnier. Today is not so sunny so the breeze feels cooler but a first barefoot walk is a mark of the season. Tonight those toe nails will get a coat of polish and, I hope, over the next few weeks those winter pale feet an legs will get a little tanned. And I know I will log a nice number of miles walking the sand.
The mid-70s are a surprise! Part of me remains in the 50s -- age, I mean, not decade of 20th century. It's a joy ride, new experiences land in my lap and I've become a better quilter, poet, writer than I expected. It's a rich life for a person never rich financially. Hey, this is what the mid-70s are like!