Cleveland winters destroy me: sleet slushes, salt oxidizes, the sun sets at 5pm.
I noticed salt on my favorite pair of boots. I spent a therapeutic night cleaning, conditioning, and shining every pair I own.
Boots, like musicians’ instruments, are an extension of the owner. When the object is separated from the person, you can still see their soul and form.
Winter effaces all remaining hope of seeing god’s daylight.
Remember to take care of your soul, love. Start by cleaning your boots!