Pink Toes

If you are a man, you may have a hard time relating to this post.

The surest sign that Spring is on it's way: No Empty Pedicure Chairs!
That's exactly what I found the other day when I arrived at the nail salon.  It was my day off and I had been looking forward to this little treat I had planned for myself for two weeks.  It was one of the things I kept looking forward to when I was knee deep in the muck and muddle of life (muck and muddle=need for prettied up toes).

I hadn't ordered the beautiful, sunny 60 degree day, but I sure was thankful for it.  A whole lot of other people were thrilled too....they all went to get pedicures.  Pinks, reds, purples....all sorts of colors.  All colors screaming Spring.

It was as if all the toes of the world were thankful to strip off the ugly boots and thick socks they had been wearing all Winter.  Spring had arrived...and even the toes were ready.

As I sat there, reading and relaxing I listened to the chatter going on around me - some in English, some in languages unknown to me.  What I heard in everyone's voices was excitement.  Excitement for warmth and sunshine.  Longing and hope hung in the air.  Longing for the freedom of days gone by - days running barefoot through the backyard grass, of wiggling toes in dirt.  And hope that those days might return again.

If you've sat in a pedicure chair, you know that most people mind their own business, at least I do.  It's my time to not speak to a soul.  I didn't speak to anyone on this day either.  Yet, we each sat on the precipice of that same hope.  We sat in our chairs, with our naked toes being clothes in bright colors, looking out onto the horizon of better days.

What's your color gonna be...because better days are on their way.