This is what happens when the influence of the Grateful Dead is combined with the influence of the Living God. Take it with a grain of salt or whatever else you think to consume.
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
Did you ever have summer feet?
Click the images to read my poor handwriting. I haven't written anything out in a long time.
Summer feet! Summer feet! Yeah, Summer feet! When the fine dust of summer on dirt roads squished up between your toes and the cool dirt underneath was a wondrous contrast to the heat of the afternoon sun. Summer feet! Able to withstand chasing a high fly ball into the weeds and briars without breaking stride and knowing you'd make the catch. Summer feet!
You're right Kurt, they are the feeling of freedom. And that longing for freedom even used to drive us to shed the winter boots along with coats and hats and gloves and walk barefoot on the asphalt when it was warmed by the sun in the waning winter. Remember jumping over the icy rivers of melting snow that ran down the pavement at the top of the sandpit road? The March sun would feel so warm, and the pavement would gather up the heat of the sun's rays, holding it 'til we pulled it forth with the soles of our barefeet as an offering to the gods of summer.
Man, o man, get out the rockin' chairs Ma, I'm gittin ol n senile, talkin bout dem good ol days, livin in the past. Of course the fact that we've been hit with 4 storms already and it isn't even winter yet might have something to do with it! Ice last night. YUK.
3 Comments:
I lost my summer feet when I was about 8 years old..
Kurt, you have nice writing! For a man... :P I kid! I can't read what it say's though, when I click it, it stays the same size. Boo.
Wherever DID you get the idea?! =P
Summer feet! Summer feet! Yeah, Summer feet! When the fine dust of summer on dirt roads squished up between your toes and the cool dirt underneath was a wondrous contrast to the heat of the afternoon sun. Summer feet! Able to withstand chasing a high fly ball into the weeds and briars without breaking stride and knowing you'd make the catch. Summer feet!
You're right Kurt, they are the feeling of freedom. And that longing for freedom even used to drive us to shed the winter boots along with coats and hats and gloves and walk barefoot on the asphalt when it was warmed by the sun in the waning winter. Remember jumping over the icy rivers of melting snow that ran down the pavement at the top of the sandpit road? The March sun would feel so warm, and the pavement would gather up the heat of the sun's rays, holding it 'til we pulled it forth with the soles of our barefeet as an offering to the gods of summer.
Man, o man, get out the rockin' chairs Ma, I'm gittin ol n senile, talkin bout dem good ol days, livin in the past. Of course the fact that we've been hit with 4 storms already and it isn't even winter yet might have something to do with it! Ice last night. YUK.
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