The Fade of a Traveler’s Leather Satchel Strap
A satchel strap fades where it crosses the chest—leather rubbed soft by miles, a record of landscapes shouldered and secrets carried, a reminder that journeys are worn close to the heart. The fade is a map of latitude, each pale stripe a memory of a horizon that tasted like salt. Adjust the strap; the faded leather sighs, a testament to the traveler’s faith in the uncharted.