Out with the old...

RIP old Columbia boots...
you have served me well.
We have clomped through rain and muck, snow and ice.
You were there when I raised my arms and face to the snow, heavy sky and let the new flakes kiss my cheeks.
You were there as I followed Lucy through woodsy hollows and down early Spring paths.
You kept me warm through the winter so I could enjoy the gift of simply being...outdoors.

For the first time in my adult life...really being.

While I breathed deeply in the night air and cherished the act of living...while I let my spirit soar and remembered how lovely it is to seize the day and sometimes the night, you kept me firmly rooted to the earth.

All this for boots, you ask?

Of course not, silly!

All this for adventure and experience and living in the moment...and a healthy amount of thanks for the little things that make the journey all the more comfortable.