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 fiancée 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!