my feet have funny lines on them from the way the sun has been browning them while i wear my strappy clogs on the farm. most days when i come home my feet are dusty and dirty and i feel like people in the subway are wondering how i managed to get so very grimy. my toe nail polish is chipping and i don’t have the energy or the spare moment to take it off. but there’s something about the marks of summer sandals on my feet that makes things feel right. it’s my own little reminder of the time i’ve gotten to spend outside. deep thoughts, i know.