Back to NY from FL

A New Yorker's Concern About Bare Feet

I have been in Florida these last couple of weeks and am returning home tomorrow.

I have to confess to being very happy to return home.  Not to leave my parents who have transplanted themselves here, but to get back to New York City.

Weirdly enough, what I will enjoy the most is a return to nature.

There is certainly nature down here–nature with a capital N as in the end of Ocean, the middle of Hurricane–Nature that is beautiful but so forceful people seem to need to insulate themselves from it.

I’m looking forward to the kind of nature that I can walk around in even at noon and open my windows to.   (This assumes no more NYC tornadoes.)

Actually, the main thing I’m looking forward to is simply walking.  People walk in Florida, but either (i) on the beach or (ii) early in the AM with big sneakers and determined elbows.

I try to do errands on foot.  These are not comfortable walks–aside from the heat, it feels a bit odd to schlep plastic shopping bags on the beach.   (BTW, butter melts if left on hot sand even in a bag covered by clothing.)

I’ve learned not to wear black.  But even in muted colors, I don’t really fit in.  I’ve started one fire and one explosion in the last two weeks. When I drive, which I hate, I roll all the windows down.  (Yes, it’s very hot without A/C.)

Maybe what I’m anxious to return to is my personal nature.

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