Today I was feeling very nostalgic. Actually, it began last night, as I took Chester out for a walk – he’s my (almost) 2 year old Basset Hound. I love living in the middle of a big city, but I sometimes miss the countryside. I grew up there.
Needless to say, in the middle of Dallas, one is not often very inclined to walk barefoot anywhere. I saw a particularly inviting patch of emerald green grass outside the loft while walking Chester this morning/early afternoon. I had slipped on some flip flops to quickly take him out. After examining the spot to ensure it was free of detritus, I slid my foot out and let it make contact with the grass. I smiled instinctively, and dug my toes in – it was cool, nearly cold, to the touch, and felt wet. It wasn’t, though, and I was glad of that.
It reminded me of the endless grass growing up, and the way I’d walk barefoot outside as a kid. Yeah, I was that country, I guess you could say. I miss it. It was a nice feeling, so I snapped a pic. Now I have something to remind of that feeling…
Incidentally, while I am classically Euro-white, and perhaps prone to haunting the house with my whiteness, the hipstamatic effect enhanced it. ;-P