Dear feet,
I’m sorry.
I mean, here we are in Florida and there you are, completely and totally naked.
But here’s the thing. I forgot your warm-weather shoes at home. In the closet.
As you know, our exodus from the snow-ravaged north was rushed (what with the back-to-back storms heading our way) and as a result, so many things were left behind. My favourite black Capris, that cute sunhat I ordered online, the poolside read I had picked out specifically for this trip… All of it, forgotten. In the cold.
So here we stand, on this gorgeous salty beach, next to my happily barefoot daughter. Exposed.
