A Tale Of Two Boots

It was the showiest of boots, it was the most humble of boots.

In the airport for hours. A few seconds apart the following happened.

The black boots with the fringe, kinda chic cowgirl style, moving left to right caught my eye. Boots in summer? Attached to the boots were legs that rose up to meet the shortest of white shorts. I mean short. The legs by themselves could pull this off but, as a whole, the petite girl running down the concourse in the “look at me, look at me now” outfit did not quite.

Seconds later.

Another boot. Moving left to right. Plain as can be.  Not a hint of style. Rising out of these boots were army fatigues worn by an early twenty something girl. Nice enough looking young woman but covered from toe to head. Walking slowly, purposefully.

Same place. Nearly the exact same time. Totally different.

It was the showiest of boots, it was the most humble of boots.

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2 Responses to A Tale Of Two Boots

  1. Frank says:

    Wow…stunning contrast. Cool to note those kinds of things. Wouldn’t it be cool to have a camera that could capture instantly what you see like that? You captured it in words…thanks.

  2. Pax Romano says:

    I concur with Frank, wonderful observation … of course, in my head, I am hearing Nancy Sinatra singing…

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