Yellow Rubber Boots

Saturday, May 17, 2014

Today I am grateful for yellow rubber boots.  I’m driving along on a gray and gloomy day, over hills, around curves, fiddling with the radio, my brain on auto-pilot, when I see him all alone, near a partially constructed shed.

He’s a grown man, tall and husky, with longish hair and a burly man’s-man look about him.  He’s wearing work clothes, with a tool belt hanging from his tight jeans.  His pant legs are tucked into bright yellow rubber boots.  Not olive drab, not black, not trimmed with a dark color.  Solid yellow!  They stand out like lemons in coal bin, but he doesn’t flinch wearing them. 

He will never know those yellow boots. . .on him. . .made my day.  Bing!  Heartprint!