i wish i didn't mind having people touch my feet- because i could really use a foot massage after being on my feet in a pair of fashion-before-function shoes all day. but boy, was it a beautiful day. the cool breaths of fall air kept my spirits high. and the clear september sky kept me on my feet for an extra hour by shining those stars right down into my soul. it was one of those times where one can only imagine being surrounded by the arms of someone you can't stand to be apart from. sharaing warmth, secrets, and something there aren't words for. it wouldn't matter then if the star you were wishing upon was burnt out and just lingering here in our light year... it'd be shining in the moment, and it would have been just right.
but, it's not quite the same when your feet plea insanity and reality races up from behind to steal the moment.