Footwear

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀A woman stomping through several feet of snow ⠀⠀⠀⠀couldn’t ask for better than the Sorel® boots ⠀⠀⠀⠀I owned when we still called the northeast home. ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀Joan of Arctic™ they were were called. Kept ⠀⠀⠀⠀my toes dry and toasty against winter’s worst. ⠀⠀⠀⠀I’d picture Saint Joan stomping out to battle. ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀Waterproof from hard rubber sole to fur cuff, ⠀⠀⠀⠀they were as trustworthy as the truest friend, ⠀⠀⠀⠀standing up for me against the wildest assault. ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀In Houston, sure, I could still be wearing mine ⠀⠀⠀⠀if I wanted to look like Joan hanging on to hers ⠀⠀⠀⠀all the way to the fiery end. I made a donation. ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀Maggie tells me of a friend of ours who walked ⠀⠀⠀⠀Manhattan winter streets with his bare feet ⠀⠀⠀⠀clad only in sandals. I’ll have to give that a try ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀when I get back hearing the voices of the north. ⠀

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prompted by Daily Prompt: These Boots Were Made for Walking at the Daily Post