ManicDDaily

When I put on my boots this morning, they felt really cold and crinkly.

I remembered that the last time I wore them I tried to hike over a stream.

I think the correct word is “ford.”

But I only had my own two feet, which have a lot less traction than most tires.  Especially modern ones .

I kind of wished I’d put on my special thick socks, with the super cool stripes, but, hey, the boots were laced up already.

And after I wore them around the house a while either they relaxed or my feet grew crinkly.  Either way, they felt more or less in sync.

Then I went outside.

Have you ever felt your toes get cold?  Have you ever NOT felt your toes get cold?

As I trudged around, I thought about my special thick socks sitting so cozily in my drawer, their cool stripes useless in its darkness.

But I kept trudging.

No-toes and all

Tree trunks striping the snow,

but my feet in frozen solids.

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I am linking the above to the dVerse Poets Pub prompt by the wonderful Claudia Schoenfeld to write something about Through the Looking Glass/ Alice in Wonderland and/or Advent.  I’m not sure this fits but it is what I have done!

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