Puddles

I adore mud puddles. So many fond memories conjured up with the thought of the word...

Puddle jumping-giggling, running, and jumping only to feel the cool water soak into my shoes, seep up my bell bottom jeans, and create a spongy feeling under the balls of my feet, water rushing between my toes with every leap...

Dancing in the rain-celebrating the life giving, color bringing force and feeling it wash my very "being" clean...

Mountain biking-tires spinning as I race down a hill, mud flying up from the tread, delighting in the feeling of pure joy as I am covered with specks of wet dirt...

And last, but certainly not least, seeing through this looking glass, gaining another perspective as I view the most basic of things I so often view, from another angle and in another light.

Say the word puddle; see me grin like a child.