Markers

These shoes represent the 20 people (plus or minus a couple) who play Ultimate Frisbee in the freezing cold, wet, sometimes snowy month of December, just as the New Year is about to break. What you don't see is the "other" pile of shoes that missed the actual porch. They are much older, have had many more years experience and are basically thrashed beyond recognition.

There are other things that mark this group of people. Nickle Arcades, racquetball, hiking Provo Canyon, paint ball, board games and pot banging on the stroke of midnight. Yet, its this ritualistic piling of the shoes, that stops my heart every time. My brother. My nephews. My niece.

My porch never looks more content, more fulfilled, more glorious.