I love the feeling of real ground under my feet. None of this pavement, man-made junk. Just the squish of the mud, the give of the earth, the cool dampness of the dew, the scratches and scraping and roughness of the grass and branches and pine cones and dirt. Walking on the real earth beats walking on the sidewalk any day. Through the snow you get that light, fluffy feeling around your ankles, brushing your legs, enveloping your feet. Through the grass you get that grounded, deep seeded feeling that comes only from being connected to this big sphere we live on. I get tired of hovering over the Earth on this fabricated layer above the ground. We sit on chairs, we sleep on beds, we walk on pavement, we stand on floors. What about the ground? Sit on it, lay on it, jump up and down and feel it move with you. Feed off of the earth beneath your feet, and feel Spring growing up through every fiber of you. Try it, take off those rubber and canvas walls between your feet and the reality of nature and experience.