Head and Feet

Originally publised to El Cantar de la Lluvia on Thursday, November 17, 2005

Him: I love walking barefoot, to feel the ground's roughness, the warmth of stones that have been in the sun all day, fresh and even damp grass between my toes, the rythmic beating of my heels against the ground, pebbles and their cathartic jabbing, the smoothness of tiles...

Her: Oh no! How ghastly, I hate it, it damages and dries my skin, besides, it hurts!

Him: I love feeling the wind against my cheeks, whistling in my ears, a warm breeze that carries smells and experiences of grass, trees, flowers, sun; to feel how everything changes when the wind blows in sunshine, how everything is livelier and happier...

Her: The wind pushes my skirt up!