I found these little shoes…forgotten…just after daybreak, at the beach.
Worn,torn,faded and dusted with sand, they’ve obviously covered lots of ground on the feet of their long-lost owner.
They’ve lost their golden luster but I find them enchanting. I look at them and wonder what their story is.
I imagine them with tiny dancing feet slipped into them.
I imagine them helping tiny feet chase the last of a wave as it races to leave the shore.
I imagine them toasty and warm from the warmth of the sun, wrapped around tiny feet and hugging them close.
I imagine them missing those tiny feet, now that they’ve gone and I imagine those tiny feet missing them.
I’ll put them in a tiny frame and keep them close, in honor of the stories they could tell.