They’re winter feet: the soft, wussy feet of March as opposed to the hardy, hard-soled sun-bronzed feet of, say, September. They’ve been coddled for months in fuzzy slippers and thick, plush socks, safe from the elements and everything else. But today those pale, sad little feet made their debut in (gasp!) sandals, trailing soft cotton pants and a t-shirt. A 3 mile walk with sudden introduction to leather edges did not happy feet make – but the rest of me is elated.