Ray Bradbury's short story about the first tennis shoes of summer has always stuck with me, ever since reading Dandelion Wine in high school.
I just put on brand new running shoes and they feel so wonderful. I can feel why Ray was inspired to write his story. New shoes are the promise of so much possibility in the world. Bouncy. Fresh. New.
Now, I'm off for a gloriously late morning run before showing up devilishly late to work.
What a fabulous way to celebrate my dad's birthday!