Every cliché is true – the relentless rhythm at which you run would’ve worn out the best timepieces that have been set spinning in your lifespan – without a “yet,” you keep going. Old isn’t even a word here…. it’s just a well-used pair of shoes here. The favorite ones you pivot to on the weekends that you will never throw out, with toes comfortably stretched, leather polished to a shiny, protective slip on the inside. I breathe here because you resuscitate me with every step.