Shoes

At the laundromat.

Think of all the places your shoes have gone. All the things they've experienced. 

My shoes navigated the ice-slicked streets of Rexburg, Idaho. They have clomped down the old-town avenues of Clovis, California. They have traversed the rural backyard of Taiwan. They've seen so much. 

Am I the only one that thinks like this? That actually sits and ponders these things? About where my shoes have been?  Maybe I'm weird, but I think it's something cool to think about. Think about where all of your things have gone. It's pretty crazy.