Saturday, September 13, 2008

Old Trail Shoes

"Your shoes are all dusty!"

So said M this morning as she espied my trail shoes, covered in a fine layer of dust and lying carelessly next to the back door. They looked tired, happily tired like I am. 

These faithful companions have carried me up and down mountains, through streams, ridden easily over glass and nails, and protected me from all those rocks and roots lying in wait for my unsuspecting feet. They fit well, like a old pair of shoes, and yet their shiny red spirit vibrates through the layer of dust and the random flecks of mud and sand. 

Yes, we've shared a lot. Will I be wistful when they are done?


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