these, boots keep trudging along paved and dirt roads, past smiles , tears, laughter, burned bridges , bridges rebuilt and new ones being made every day. it's a beautiful road, the feet move as if they do not possess anything but the faintest memory of much else, the heart yearns for roots and a hearth at which to warm itself, mend old wounds, and create new life. who knows where this road is going, as scary as it can be the adventures are always a thrill. maybe i will pass you along the way.