Springtime Itch

Spring is here, and you know how I know?

I got the itch.

I was riding along on the shuttle, checking emails and facebook on the fancy phone, while simultaneously making sure people could see my green sweater under my light fleece when I got that tickle on my foot.

It only took a few seconds before it was officially a throbbing, nuissance that I couldn't reach through my sneakers.  Unlike typical bottom of the foot itches, this one was strategically happening right at the beginning of where, on a non-flat-footed person, the arch begins.  The exact place I get a flip-flop blister every single year.

I didn't try to scratch it, or relieve it in any way, because what a welcome feeling.  A faux-blister-itch. As if my skin was aching to be set free and strapped into a rainbow of Old Navy $5 flops with sand and dirt and grass and springtime to push its limits.

And what better timing, really?  It's a gorgeous St. Patrick's day.  The sun is out.  Jackets are optional.  Sports Madness is playing nonstop streaming online.  And my feet are aching for flip flops

Spring is really here!