Walking into a pool of warmth and light, you want to stay there and soak it up, don’t you? Cold floor, cold feet—and suddenly warmth.
I am thankful for the times the words of a friend or a book or some other beautiful source have warmed my bare feet. It makes me wish I could move through life from one pool of light to the next, like stones across a river.
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Me too.
ReplyDeleteSo THIS is why I resist wearing socks! :)
ReplyDeleteYet I think the occasional cold spot makes us appreciate the warm foothold when we find it.