He stopped by my office like he always does when he’s on duty, all smiles and a side of sarcasm.

“Hey, Naked Feet!  Happy Friday”

“I’m wearing boots today!  Aren’t you proud?”

“No naked feet?  You feeling okay”

“Yes!”  I laughed.  “I’m ready for snow now, ha!”

“You’re sure?  No more naked feet?”

“I’m positive!”

I wasn’t positive and he knew it.  As soon as it breaks 65 again, I’ll want my flip-flops back on.  I’m never sure if I like change or not.  Right on down to my shoes.  I actually, if we’re honest, only like change when it’s my idea.  When it’s my idea—I  want change and I want it now!  When it isn’t my idea—I’ll hang onto my traditions, thank you.

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I opened my closet and everything was hot pink, lime green, light-weight, and short-sleeved (or no sleeves).  I pulled them all off their hangers, folded them neatly, and packed it all away into a Rubbermaid box.  I replaced them all with sweater dresses, fleece, and scarves— brown, black, grey, and heavier.

Fall and Winter are my favorites!  College Basketball games, changing leaves, snow days, and Christmas– I love it!  So, why am I feeling so bummed?  Maybe it’s because, as my naked feet have tall boots on them instead, I’m reminded of some of the places and people that I thought would be part of my world forever.  And it turned out they were just seasonal.  And I miss some of them a lot!  Maybe it’s because, as tall boots replace my naked feet, I wonder who or what else is going to turn out to be just seasonal next…