I've begun picking a random day out of the week when I don't wear shoes. Yes mom, I do look out for pieces of broken glass. But I also got to spend a glorious ten seconds shuffling through the fallen leaves between Voorhees and Gage.
[sidenote--Ok, alums of Dr. Bob's walking class, help me out here. It's a compound leaf, the only tree that has changed color (currently goldenrod), and the leaves are tiny and soft. Not crunchy in that satisfying autumn way, just....swishy.]
Anyway, going around barefoot is great. My feet don't smell like shoe, and if they get wet, they dry fast. It's like a foot massage everywhere I go.
Maybe it's a coincedence, but this day was way better than yesterday. No joke. Yesterday, in typical ineptitude, I forgot to get recommendations for my Fulbright. Today, in a spurt of industriousness, I'm writing a blog entry for the Writing Center.
Oh, bare feet. You ground me so.
- Johanna
1 comment:
One of my favorite quotes:
"Earth's crammed with heaven, and every common bush afire with God; but only he who sees it takes off his shoes." Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I used to walk around campus barefoot a lot. I got a little grief from some of my profs, and got tossed out of the caf once, but generally I have to agree with you - it improves the quality of a day.
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