Bare Feet

Photo Credit: FeeLoona

There’s nothing like it: that first day, after months and eons of imperial winter, when it’s warm enough to unbind foot from sock and shoe–go barefoot. In our backyard, my one-year-old and I sat on the sun-warm walkway. When I unsleeved his feet, skin still imprinted with the polka-dot pattern of his socks, he smiled. Such a curious novelty–wind curling between toes, sunlight on hidden skin, feeling the earth firsthand–to be so wonderfully loosed.

This microblog is part of a current series called “Grace-glimpses.”