One by one, the velcro straps ripped away from the boot sock. As the foot was released, it quietly thought yipee. It did not want to rejoice loadly, fearing that it would be sent back immediately. Instead, the foot quietly slid into the running shoe to go for a short walk.
It was happy, and yet it felt strange to be able to move freely. The foot wasn’t sure if it remembered how to move correctly. One step at a time…slowly…it took the body for a walk around the block. It was happy for it’s chance to prove to itself that it still worked. It was also happy to return to the safety of the boot a short time later.