You could say the world feels upside down and yet at the same time right side up.

The days are getting shorter, the temperature is dropping and the light rain pattering on the car roof makes for a perfect night to wander amongst the books at Chapters.

Nostalgia rushes over me as I push through the doors.

I browse the stacks of books on the tables, the history section, poetry, current events, general art and fiction.  I skip romance, relationships and food.

It was in the military section where I detected something most unusual. Intently reading a book I caught a glimpse of what appeared to be nude shoes.

Nude Shoes?

After the autumnal equinox?

I look again.

Not nude shoes, it was NO SHOES!  I am intrigued.  Is this a random event?

I peer around the bookshelf, my eyes following after his pitter-patter on the wood floor.  He’s pants are pressed, his 3-quarter length tan jacket is immaculate, his hair coiffed, not a strand out of place and the bottoms of his feet are black.

Where are his socks and shoes?