Wet Grass

As I was walking through the grass this morning, plastered in matted leaves slick and mushy from a passing overnight rain, I looked down at my shoes and the darkening shadow of dampness on the toes. I should probably turn around, I reasoned. I dont want my shoes to get ruined.

And yet, what a pity for the shoes – their sole purpose of existing (to protect my weathered soles) denied at the first inconvenience they were explicitly designed to withstand. And what a pity for me – adventure stopped short due to an irrational and all-consuming consumer concern for the wellbeing of my inanimate footwear.

No.

I trekked on instead, seeing where my intrepid feet could take me, my wet shoes living out their destiny.

-Bailee