I'm sorry. I know I've only worn you once since October. I know I usually wear you regularly throughout the winter. Call me a wimp, call me unfaithful, call me forgetful.
But I thought you'd be happy that I finally thought of you. It's been so warm the last couple of days that I missed you, and decided to finally pull you out and put you on today. As I rode my bike to campus, my feet felt so free, and yet so secure. You always make me feel so good, Chacos.
And then, after class, I stepped outside to a blizzard. My feet would have frozen, had a handsome gentleman not given me a ride home.
Point taken, Chacos.
P.S. (I didn't know you could control the weather. Man, there's really nothing you Chacos can't do, is there?)