His boots disturbed me.
Leather long since divorced from the moisture of its youth, bore cracks along anemic veins webbing perished skin. The uppers had succumbed to the taunting of gravity, frowning at his ankles and receding from their soles like old men passing to another world, leaving their empty husks behind. Thick tongues once wrapped seductively around his shins in a lovers kiss hung askew at impossible angles. They bobbed slowly as he walked, void of the desire once held for him. Haunting eyes long ago bright and open to the excitement of scenic travels slouched with heavy lids held open against their will by tear stained laces.