It's winter, so we out on layers. That doesn't mean we don't sweat. rushing around. subway platforms. bursts of hot air then cold air then anxiety. Sweat happens. Dirt definitely happens in winter. I know I can slowly tease you with the smell of my worn in everyday boots. the smell of 1,000 miles of foot work The city +my own scent= your weakness. taunt you with my dirty, stained socks. YOu need to edge. to stoke. to sit there and worship my sweat stains, the dirt sucked into the bottom of my nice pratty socks..