California Cold

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.