An Ode to My Stupid Evening Foot Washes

The restorative power of coming back to small, silly pre-pandemic rituals

Photo by Zé Zorzan on Unsplash

During the summer of 2016, I covered nine music festivals. Beyond being a completely exhausting summer for my eardrums, my feet also took a beating. As a person who prefers to wear Birkenstocks over any other type of shoe, including to music festivals, my feet had acquired a…