For all our world’s ills and uglies, its aggressions macro and micro and mid, you have to admit that the truly exquisite facets of life are nearly always at hand—the embraces held, the arm-hair-ruffling breezes.
Or at foot—the blooms that rise from earth, warm sand gently exfoliating between toes; the marvelous, equine musculature of the human foot, its skeletal buttresses scaffolding mighty ankle; rough and calloused on the underside, plush and vascular on the surface.
