as i was driving today into the sun i noticed the besmirched markings of my Mistress's sneakers pand dirty feet prints on my windshield. each greasy mark was an account of a travel, a short journey or a privileged errand i had run with Her. the prints of Her toes were clearly seen as were the balls of Her high arched feet. it brought me back to a moment when i watched with rapt fascination as lShe braced the soles of Her painted toes against my windshield, let the wind play with the curled snags and tangles of Her thick dark hair, and then casting me an impish grin said.
"you know, I could easily kick out your windshield with only my feet. perhaps I/lw should try? Should I?"
with that being said ...
Many people will walk in and out of your life,
but only true friends will
leave footprints on your windshield.*
*my apologies to Eleanor Roosevelt ... :)
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