Wet feet after a walk home in terrible weather. Is there anything more demoralizing that wet feet? Maybe the knowledge that people love you and you desperately need that love and you are unable to accept it?
And yet, there is always dry socks waiting for you when you get home. And there is always somebody who will look at you with kindness and suddenly there is a warmth spreading through your heart... and your feet.
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I do believe I can understand that feeling of warmth. There's always dry socks waiting...somewhere for everyone (hopefully, at any rate), and a comfortable chair to sit down after that long walk. Possibly a fire by the hearth, and the priceless silence which stems from long companionship.
Yes, that feeling of warmth . . .
THnx :) for the email. You always find out when I plagiarize from the Bard, don't you? "The mind that I sway by..."- yeah, that is a favourite line of mine.
I love to borrow from the Bard myself and would probably do more so in my blog as well if I could ever remember his gems.
having to mug his speeches (immortal or otherwise) until they stick in your gullet does wonders, believe me, in providing apt quotations.
And I've added you on msn, btw. Now that's something i can't quote the Bard to!
I dislike cold feet. I don't mind walking in the rain or mud, in fact I love it, but absolutely abhorr cold feet.
Of course, cleaning up boots after walking in bad weather can be a major pain.
Now, you mentioned somebody being there when you get home. Funny, I've always imagined walking back to solitude, where I get my much needed alone-time. That is warmth in itself. Heh.
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