Right now I'm at my much beloved job where I most of the time am allowed to be barefoot. The wind is whipping and howling between the buildings. My feet are not cold. Try to imagine our ancient ancestors. They had nothing at all to cover their feet with, and they survived. Like in the city my feet are not cold here either.
Even better than that around here I am not judged because of my lifestyle. The people around here keep to themselves more. They don't yell insults at any passing person who is a little different. Tomorrow I want to sleep in for the first time in a long time. When I do wake up though I want to do my first barefoot hike ever. Needless to say there will be photos!