Shoelace Inspection

Night set in, so I jogged over to the porch stairs to check out an abandoned sneaker someone left outside. Talk about serious footwear! The rubber tread on the sole was taller than my knees, patterned with deep grippy grooves. I hopped onto the wooden step, reached up to touch the chunky woven lace hanging off the side, and gave it a solid tug to see how tough it was. The texture was rough, thick, and way bigger than the laces on my own kicks, but the design was clean. Sitting next to a giant sneaker under the porch light is the coolest spot to catch my breath.