Forest urchins, an alley, and a classical lesson
It's been hot out, so to help combat the inevitable bucket's worth of sweat each day, I've been wearing shorts and sandals as much as possible. Sometimes, rather all the time, sandals get on my nerves though as I don't feel as agile as I'd like to while walking around. Fixing this problem has left me with the choice to either adorn shoes and sweat it out or forego footwear altogether and walk around barefoot, which was my solution last weekend.
The grass was not a problem, and I didn't mind walking over the gravel all that much until day two, when I stepped on a pinecone. All at once I was reminded how perfectly engineered those little forest urchins (think sea urchins) are for piercing the undercarriage of fleshy human feet. I grimaced a little, and complained of the pain, then retold the tale of how this wouldn't have bothered me years ago, how I used to run around barefoot all the time as a kid, how I used to be so tough.