walking up the slight grade of a fire road in a wooded area. sunny day. pretty place. i look back over my left shoulder and note adobe homes blending into the landscape (just like santa fe) . and after a while, nearing the top, i note the driveway to another home - very nice, southwestern - but my view is limited in that, as in the dream from a couple years ago, it's almost as if i'm allowed only a glimpse. a hint.
at any rate, i come to the top of the hill/mountain, where it's somewhat leveled off - a plateau - and it's kind of like the hub of the community's trail system. i note the homes in the near and distant hills. nice spot.
snow on the ground - in patches, and i wonder how recently it fell - is what draws my attention to the fact that i'm barefoot, though utterly comfortable even in the snow.
eventually there are perhaps a dozen other people gathered round, all resident-hikers of the area.
it doesn't suck. even a little exciting.
edit: 11/25. a little slow to realize the connection between being barefoot (yet comfortable) and not (yet) having...the necessary Boots.doh.
we'dstopped in that little seaside place south of cancun - i don't remember the name but we agreed we'd stay there if we came back - and snorkeled out holding hands toward and then between and then past the boats but along the way there was that barracuda, a mini-torpedo, stationary, hovering, still as a stone, and then the bottom dropped off and down we went.