It has gotten warm in this part of England. Day after day, I now wear sandals. Day after day, I take them off as soon as I reach the grassy sports fields on the university campus. It takes me about five minutes to cross the fields, and I cross them twice a day. Early in the morning, the grass is wet, as well as cold. On occasion, it is painfully frosty. It is moist and warm in the afternoon. Walking barefoot is a joy, but there is more to it. Each and every time I step on the grass I feel not only daring and resourceful, but also powerful and cunning. More, I feel virtuous and beautiful, too. And all this for taking off my sandals twice a day for five minutes only!