There are not many inanimate objects I love. My house, sure. My boat, probably. And, I realized, my Sorel boots.

I bought them 23 years ago for reporting in Bosnia in the wintertime. I was thinking about that the other day while I was wearing them, shoveling my front walk in Maine. My feet were warm and toasty. That’s a well-built boot. There are few things as comforting on a freezing winter day as happy feet.