Impressions

A picture of joy as she walked up the street except she was wearing her miserable feet; a joy to behold, a soul inspiring song, but from the ankles her feet just dragged along. Maybe she was wearing ill fitting shoes, or maybe just a case of early morning blues, but the bottom of her legs gave the impression they were suffering from some severe depression. She smiled as we passed and I raised my hat and maybe, just maybe, it was a bit to do with that, for as I turned to watch her walk away down the street I was sure she was now wearing two happy feet. A picture of joy as she walked up the street except she’d been wearing her miserable feet; a joy to behold, a soul inspiring song, but from the ankles her feet had just dragged along.