It’s snow day and I slip on my bright red boots. Well, slip on makes it sound easy – it is not. I am wearing so many socks and layers that my foot size has grown significantly, and just putting on these boots is causing me distress. But no matter, I have determined to wear these particular ones, and wear them I shall.
I open the door to go outside.
Jacket, scarf, gloves, sweater? Check, check, check, and check.
I step out cautiously and slide my feet on the floor purposefully. They don’t skid and glide. Yup, these boots were made for walking; I will not tumble today.
Walking down the road, my fingers are numb. I know they are there, but must still check, you know, just to make sure.
My toes? Well, they are screaming torture. But I can’t stop, I am armed with my camera in hand, and I will take some photos today. Sorry toes.
I walk until I see some trees and a park ahead. I stop and begin snapping. I get a few close ups of mundane twigs and have a look what I’ve got. These humdrum and normally uneventful shrubs suddenly take on a new beauty when covered in the snow.
I forget the pain in my feet and stay where I am for a moment to get different angles of what I see. I do this until my toes decide to raise the alarm of suffering. I listen, and hobble my way back home, while looking at what I’ve captured.
Beauty outside the uneventful; beauty without the unremarkable.