My flip flops thwap thwapped
The cool air felt good
On my knees and shins
Below the bottom of my shorts
It had been a long day
Of dress shoes and pants
In the convention hall
On my feet all day
I relished the change of clothes
And the warm January California air
That evening as we went to eat
Under a rising full moon
But as we observed the locals around us
We wondered if maybe I had under dressed
Or if they had over reacted to the chill
That night that felt good to me relatively
Patagonia puff coats, Uggs,
Scarves and mittens were the norm
And dogs wearing coats.
I laughed on the inside.
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