It may be spring,
but that doesn’t mean it’s warm weather, but we Canadians are a hardy bunch and
if the temperature is above zero, it feels warm after the months of freezing
cold. Last week I saw my teenage granddaughter, and noticed she was wearing her
moccasins and no socks. Then I noticed a friend was doing the same when we met
for dinner.
How quickly we
throw off our socks, that confining feeling we equate with winter. I suppose of
all the garments we might go without, socks are a quieter and safer rebellion.
Years ago, at my
writing group, we were given the topic spring, for our 150 word challenge. The following
is what I wrote, and thought it fitting.
My toes are tingling. That
itchy, fidgety, tingling sensation that can only mean one thing. It is almost as if they are yelling “off damn
socks”. It's spring, time to cut loose
from the confines of winter, to get rid of the boots, the sneakers, the
socks. I can almost feel it and wait in
anticipation, for the freedom, the absolute frivolity, of flip flops.
1 comment:
As a little girl I absolutely hated wearing socks, they were too uncomfortable for me!
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