Earlier today I felt like going for a walk. So, I pulled on my giant, bright red rubber boots and hit the snowy trail behind my house. When I reached a certain spot by the creek, I lay down in the snow. It was strangely wonderful. Then, I felt compelled to remove my boots and socks for the trek home, after sitting for a while.
At first the snow was biting! I had to take a break whenever I came across a bare rock. I ran out of rocks. I ran a portion of the way, lugging my red boots in one of my arms, socks stuffed into the toe of one.
As I ran, my feet warmed and acclimated. I slowed to a walk and looked behind at my footprints. It is odd to see footprints in the shape of a bare foot in the snow, even though they were my own.
When I reached home my feet began to itch as they warmed. That part was unpleasant, but a quick dip into warm water in the bathtub fixed them right up!
The interesting thing is, my feet currently feel more sensitive. Not sensitive in a painful way, but sensitive in an aware way. I like it a lot. That is one of the reasons wandering around barefoot is so great: you are more aware of what your foot is doing, thus more likely to avoid injury.
I don’t know why wandering barefoot in the snow for a few minutes made my feet more aware of the floor and ground today. But I am beginning to think snow is good for the sole.