Toes in Cool Grass

Whenever I have worked jobs that I have greatly disliked, the best part of my day was coming home and taking off my work clothes and wearily changing into something comfortable. Off with the black apron, black shoes, sweaty black shirt. Or off with the button down blouse, slacks, and heels. These past weeks of life have felt like the shedding of unwanted attire. A sliding into comfortable clothes, a sigh of relief...