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They watched their footfalls.
The morning was breezy, and I was running late. If it weren't for all the things I carried, I probably would have ran. I made heavy footsteps, carelessly, into the puddles of water around me. My pants were too long, but I was too short, and the khaki liked to soak in the water. I cursed under my breath as the cold was not something I appreciated. I adjusted my bag to a more comfortable positing, and from the corner of my eye I noticed two people. They were boy and girl, or rather, brother and sister. They resembled each other, both wearing glasses, and bright track jackets. But more than anything, they kept their faces to the ground. It didn't matter if they couldn't see what was going on in front of them, because they relied on their feet to bring them the right path. I imagined they saw some shadow of their footfalls before even taking the next step. They worked carefully, yet effortlessly, to ensure they took the right path. The car pulling out stopped just in time for them, and neither of them batted an eye at this. I couldn't imagine watching my feet all the time, to rely on them to take me to the right place. I always figured if I didn't do something to aide the process, it would never happen.
But they made it to school, just as I had. And everything they did worked out just as well.
Later that day, I tried the same thing, watching my feet as they took me the familiar path, through the gate, under the stairs. Around the circle, and out of the maze. I ran into a few people. I nearly tripped three times. And I made it back safely. But this time, my pants weren't nearly as wet.
