Puddle Jumper

I must be getting older now; not always fond of walking in the rain. I used to love to puddle jump; only my youngest knew me not insane. In pouring rain, we’d run the trails, find all the largest water spots to stomp. We’d giggle when we spied a hole, and race to see who’d be the first to romp. These days, I still go out at times; my Missy needs her breaks in the outdoors. But when it rains, she’s only there to find relief and not a moment more. Still, there are days when I revert to habits from my youthful days of old; Stroll through the wood, so clean and fresh, too overwhelmed by beauty to be cold. Besides, a towel, a cuppa joe, the world is back to “normal” once again, But just before I come inside, I splash that one last puddle with a grin.