The Girl on the Moon.

These boots were made for walking. For the run, skip, and jumping. Tightly stitched seams for waterfalls and overnight bus rides. Wooden heels for catching up and falling behind, for five minute friends and unfamiliar paths. These boots are concrete jungle and rainforest, dirty hands and gypsy bones. For beginnings, endings, and that quiet space between goodbye and the next hello. They are sturdy soles and bent leather.

They are, as the Brazilian would say, "Janis Joplin. Yeah, you know? A little ugly, a little boyish."

For walking

For lost in translation

For the road feeling so damn right

The clock doesn't stop

So,

When the wind blows and the rain rains,

Turn on the Great Lady's "Kozmic Blues" Lace up Chin up And just... Go