::OPEN TOED::
Last night, for the first time in many months, I stepped into the dark and felt warm. The night air held on to me, coating my skin, and I realized I'd forgotten what it felt like to have no heat lost to my surroundings. The breeze and my skin rested at equilibrium.
To celebrate, today is my inaugural sandal-wearing. There are black leather straps criss-crossing my feet, and my painted toenails say hello to my patio, my car, my underdesk. They're a soft metallic pink, which means they are cold -- when I stepped out of the shower this morning, they were pearlescent white -- "Mood Polish" indeed exists, and I am one of its believers.