Soft Shoeing

I was really happy to have another shoe dream recently, this one after I'd been on a canoe trip (and not worn real shoes for days) and flown to Vancouver. I scrawled this drawing in haste over breakfast with E-- before we set off for a Southern Gulf island. (Question: Does this gulf off the coast of Vancouver really have no name? Why is it known only as "the Gulf"?)

My head was full of stars because I'd had the chance to stare up into the night sky the previous 2 nights. (Total bliss.) Maybe that's why I dreamt these particular shoes, which were extremely light and soft and pliable. They seem to me the perfect footwear for brushing around in light sand while breathing "ta ta da ta da..." and listening to a little glockenspiel. Do you know the song "A Little Bit Independent" by Fats Waller? It is perfect for these pairs.

I cannot explain to you the meaning of the pink seersucker trousers that I tucked into the high-top sneakers. In real life I wouldn't be caught dead in pink seersucker, yet in my dream, it seemed to me pretty fly.