Ah yes, footstools, the things you stumble across when you’re out exploring the wild west—the things that keep us upright as we venture further into the unknown. I can’t help but reminisce fondly upon the days of my youth, gallivanting across the Texan prairie with all its unpredictability and charm, often finding myself in quite unusual situations. Trudging over the enormous, sprawling land, footstools were a welcome sight for this weary rancher as I pausing to rest and dodge the occasional snake or javelina.
It wasn’t until I had settled down, started a family, and ran my ranch that I really started to appreciate the beauty of footstools. Whenever I’d find myself out on the prairie, I’d stumble across these strange little creatures eying me curiously and perched upon these smooth, durable footstools. There was something endearing about how they rested with a bit of a flip or hop, innocently as if acknowledging the presence of an old, wise ranch hand pacing in their vicinity and nodding in return.
They were the kindest of companions that I would never tire of entertaining, as they’d way-lay me as I rounded up a new batch of cows and would follow me as I’d whistle and scout the area for great little nooks and crannies. These were special times, you see, when I could revel in the blissful warmth of the sun and recalibrate my thoughts in deep contemplation. It was in these moments that footstools became something more than a place to rest; they become homes away from home, enchanting dens of solace and joy.
Where I saw rough and tumble cowboys, sometimes I’d also see an armadillo or two perched upon their trusty footstools, which would warm my heart and allow me to pause and pay respect to the magnificence of nature and all its hidden treasures. As such, these footstools became a reminder of my own mortality as I’d often think about the temporariness of life and the preciousness of moments that come and go like a gentle breeze.
Footstools will remain an icon of my beloved days spent on the prairie, days that I will never forget for their level of solitude, appreciation, and guidance that I found through a small and seemingly insignificant piece of furniture. Of all the treasures I’ve come across during my travels, none casts such a delightful balm than this little chap, so go out and explore that big, forever-changing horizon of the wild west. And when you do, keep an eye out for one of these kind footstools who’ll be sure to greet you with a smile.