jaycoffman wrote:
The way you described it as a little sad is a great start. It made me think about all the ways this image could stimulate the imagination. Since I've given up snow I saw it as sand and it involved the line, "Blew out my flip-flop, stepped on a pop top, cut my heel had to cruse back on home..." (J Buffett - Margaritaville). Seems others also saw other things. Sometimes these simple images say more than you think.
I was attracted to it by the remembrance if warm summer ling gone. And a tinge of memories of my little girl wearing pink flipflops on the beach 40 some years ago.