Tonight, my topic is feet.  Feet from the past and feet from the present.  How feet have a power.  The power of youth.  The power to transform.  The power to delight.

You see, in High School, I had a girlfriend that had the cutest little habit.  When driving around, she would lean back in the passenger seat, prop her feet up on the dash, and press her toes against the windshield.   Days later, you would still be able to see her toeprints on the glass.  They were a sign of summer.  A sign of carefree youthful days.  A smudge on the glass that would make me smile.

Last night, the kids had gone to sleep.  The house was quiet and I had adjourned to the kitchen to fix a snack.  As I opened the wine, I looked up and through part of the kitchen window, I could see a small sliver of the porch.  There were my wife’s toes resting on a pillow.  They wiggled in pure relaxation, as she changed the channels looking for some mind-candy on television.  Painted in a playful pattern for summer, my wife’s toes were a sign of happiness.  A reminder of carefree days of youth.  A harbinger of memories.  A pure source of smiles dancing in a gentle summer breeze.