879: Unromantic

My son doesn't like shoes anymore than he does any other article of clothing. Like me, his feet get hot, so I let him run around barefoot a lot. It's funny how often someone warns me he shouldn't be walking barefoot somewhere like the perils on the ground are any greater than the woods or roads he traverses around our property. In his months of barefootedness he's only gotten a thorn once. It reminds me how much I enjoy going unshod. There's a certain level of connection you get to your environment when you feel it through your feet. You move with more caution and take in so much more information. In my years of running around barefoot, I can only think of a couple times that I actually cut my foot. I think there's an over abundance of caution that is keeping most of us from enjoying the pleasure of squelching mud between our toes!