Meet my Feet.
They take me to places both familiar and unexplored. They are big and wide, but quite a trusty pair. I do a lot of walking with them, and the occasional run when I feel like I’ve eaten too much for the day. They often meet with these yellow lines and arrows on the ground, when I alight and disembark from train station to train station. Recently they’re always covered and warm, afraid to get splashed on by the rain and occasional muddy puddle. I may get old, go from fat to thin (to fat perhaps again), but then there are my feet, whose size won’t change. Thanks for that. :)
