two-toned boots

The three of us stepped out into the moonlight that barely lit the street in front of us. The distant lightning was not a worry, but a spectacle that took our breath away every now and again as it lit up the sky behind golden clouds full of rain drops. But that was all too far away to worry about too much.

Ever conscious of fashion we were each clad in our own shoes of choice. New flamboyantly blue Nikes, Chacos, and a pair of rescued two-toned rubber work boots. The Nikes squeaked politely as we walked down the pavement, still unsure of their new owner. The Chacos remained silent, most likely mulling over ways to save the world from various oppressors, and my oversized work boots sloshed loudly on my feet.

These boots were rescued from my new basement. They were hidden between a discarded bathroom sink and the remnants of a garage sale from what looks like the 80's. They were the home to a rather large spider and a few dead bugs, but after a quick clean they revealed their true beauty. These boots have stories to tell. The right side of right boot is faded to a comfortable grey while the other side is jet black. The left boot is just the opposite. As we walk they make a sound similar to pulling one's foot out of mud, they rub slightly on my shins, making them itch like i have chigger bites once i take them off. I've worn them religiously these past few days while working around the new house, not just because they are functional, but because they make me feel saucy. I wear them with jeans, with shorts, sundresses, and tonight with a blue cotton skirt that flows easily around my knees. These saucy two-tone boots make me laugh.

I was asked today why I was laughing. I was laughing at myself for being brave enough to wear the boots. Laughing at people's over the top reactions. Laughing because I was happy. I'm perfectly content with my life the way it is right now. I'm okay not knowing what I want to do. I'm doing things that make me happy, exploring possibilities and being brave and independent. I'm making up the rules as I go for just about everything, and I wouldn't have it any other way. I'm going to keep sloshing around in those boots because as we walked it started to rain and I had definitely made the best shoe decision for our late night walk. I think that is how my life will turn out. It will surprise me when I realize I made the right decision.

But, who doesn't like surprises...?