written by MissX
original source of the story was Submitted by the author
It had been raining on and off all day. Not a heavy downpour, just that stubborn drizzle of a cool day in mid-May that slowly soaked everything — the air, the forest floor, even your clothes. The woods smelled of wet earth and moss as I walked along the muddy trail with my dog.
On my feet were my old Adidas Gazelles. The pale pink color had faded slightly over the years, and the white soles were no longer perfectly spotless, but that was exactly why I liked them. They were comfortable, broken in, and had been with me on countless walks.
Today, though, they were taking a beating. Continue reading “Cleaning Adidas Gazelles“