I'm stepping out of the shower, and I notice something.
Not the newly re-decorated flat. Not the dogs sitting, waiting...that's all the time.
No, I looked down, and my feet were odd.
I was raised by my maw maw, who had skin so soft and sweet smelling... and she would take me outside and say, "Do you see that dirt? How dry it is? The sun will do that to your skin. Go put a hat on.".
And, thus, in my childhood, I was the only kid around who wore a baseball cap to shield my skin. I never tanned in my life. Ever. When sunblock came out, I made a novena of thanks. My friends sat in the sun, I was a shade gal. As we sit here, I'm waiting for my SPF70 to sink in. My hands, arms, face and neck are covered with the stuff, even in winter, before I step out of the house.
I never thought of my feet.
With the arrival of spring, I've gone from cowboy boots every day, to flats.
The tops of my feet are.....tan. I have the whitest legs and toes around, and the tops of my feet are....tan.
Yes, indeed. I'd write more, but, a)it's self-indulgent and b) I have to put sunblock on my feet.