A white crust sits on the leather above the sole. You are still in your coat. Your gloves are still tucked into your coat cuffs, the cold from the sidewalk still clinging to the hems, and the boots are still warm where your feet sat inside them ten seconds prior. The welcome mat under your…
The boot is dripping and the radiator is the warmest thing in the room. You stop before you set it there. You can still feel the slush from the crosswalk seeped through the tread gaps when you stepped off the curb 10 minutes ago. Illustrative example: That 0.2 mile detour through the unplowed side street…
Both shoes are dark from the walk home. A dry towel is on the chair and yesterday’s paper is by the bin. Your socks squelch when you shift your weight on the doormat, and you can feel cold water seep past the ankle cuff of your left shoe every time you move. You kick them…
The sneaker in your hand still sloshes. You tip it over the mat before it goes on the rack. A few cold drops splatter your bare ankle, and you wince, remembering the puddle you stepped through three blocks back when you misjudged how deep the gutter ran under the streetlamp. Its mate is already propped…
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