On Friday afternoon, when I approach by a dusty paving a square where stood my car, I felt like someone was sharing sweets there. Crowds of people. Among them, I with my high-heeled shoes; a classic-style computer bag somehow looked too heavy in my hands after work hours.
Suddenly, the whole world diminished to two people with interlocked hands: two barefoot urban romanticists wearing well-worn colored garments and armed with loyal travel bags. It was not important to them what others would think or say.
Their wandering. Their freedom. Their convenience.
The legs tired of high-heeled shoes and inspiring example of them in front of me inspired me to dream of barefoot’s bliss, but I don’t dare to take off my shoes. Maybe I am too old already to act like these two young people?
But I always take off my shoes when I reach sand on the beach. And no matter what the weather it is: wind, rain, storm or sunny. Of course, I do not count the winter and snow. And looking at these stormy clouds, I again dream walking barefoot under them…
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