If I was living a life of sight, I would have to believe that I had no feet. That is because, I can no longer see them.
You need not fear. I know I have feet. Not because I can see them, but because they ache. Just a little reminder that they are still down there whether I can look at them or not.
and when those two feet of mine carry me outside to my balcony... this is sometimes what I see. not to make you jealous, but if you don't live in Colorado, you should. I think these pictures say it all.