It was 54 degrees last night and now it’s snowing in Athens, Georgia!
I observe the sky falling in huge fluffy white chunks through my friend, Samantha’s, apartment window. It’s barricading my car in the driveway, and Sam’s fiancĂ©e walks in the door to tell me that there is no way I’ll be able to drive back to my house tonight.
Oh, Georgia weather, how you change so fast.
I suddenly realize that I have no clothes to change into. I look down at my dirty old sneakers. I can see my white sock through the hole where my right pinky toe has finally broken free through the shoe. I even have to triple knot my shoelaces now in order for them to stay tied. The soles aren’t even the originals anymore. I had to replace them with special orthopedic ones due to my Plantar Fasciitis that I developed while playing soccer in Costa Rica.
They had become my favorite pair of shoes of all time.
Lost in thought, Samantha throws me a jacket. “Here, Amelia, you can borrow one of my jackets! And hurry up, ‘cuz I want Chick-Fil-A!” “But, we can’t drive in the snow!” I said. “I know! We’re walking. It’s just right down the street," she responds.
As soon as I step into the cold wet snow, I laughed out loud. Now, my shoes have seen everything!