February 1, 2014
My shoes say I am not
one to stick to the path. They eagerly plunge into the pebbly mud, fresh snow,
where things are unclean and messy. My dog adores my shoes. He knows it is time
to take a walk as I carry the pair across the room to sit in the chair, to pull
them on my feet. We all stroll the familiar streets at a rapid pace, especially
when the temps drop below zero, and the wind whips back and forth across the
wide space. My shoes, sensible and sturdy, supportive, and at times, unpredictable,
march through life with determination and obstinacy. Though not appearing weak or timid, they
cover-up the uncertainty in rough terrain or slick surfaces. Courageous and
consistent, my shoes do not waver. Sizable and typically one shade of brown or
another, they last a good long time since there are so many of the pairs. Who
doesn’t love a closet full of shoes?
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