I sometimes wonder what life would be like if all we ever saw were sunrise and sunset. I never tire of them, but I guess we need the day and the night to prepare us for such beauty.

This morning as I returned from my run after a nice rain last evening, I’d just gotten the rocks out of my running shoes, come in, taken them off and poured another cup of coffee. The phone rang and I grabbed my boots, put them on barefoot and drove south with my coffee to check rain gauges. It got me thinking about shoes.

A shoe is good for:

slogging through mud, skipping across hot sand, tapping on hollow bridges, smashing gross bugs, supporting arches, setting off graceful ankles, dancing, kicking annoying brothers, leaving in a pile by the door, tripping over, stealing your socks, trying to fill, learning to tie, early morning runs, riding horses, checking rain gauges, and taking off at the end of a long day.