I am walking alone, on a cold, dark night. The air is firm and assertive. I pass by a man sleeping in a box covered in graffiti. He smells like alcohol.
I envision myself walking the streets of Rio de Janeiro, mingling with the locals as I carelessly make my way to an unknown place. Where did this feeling come from? I trace the source of this joy to my feet. To my warm, yet tropical walking shoes. The added stability and cushion provides the feeling of utter bliss.
And so I continue walking down this cold, dark street, aware yet carefee of the odor. It will have to bother me another day.
thirty-five.
4 weeks ago
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Prefer to select comfortable and branded shoes for running!!
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