Reflections

 

Not all that long ago I was content to play in puddles of rain, build things out of mud and pretend it was a real adventure.  Then I grew up and learned to be serious and do serious things.  Puddles became an annoyance and mud was to be avoided.  But sometimes I miss that adventurous me.  The freedom to be silly and get dirty, without the concerns of washing darks with lights, or chasing wrinkles from shirts. 

Once in a great while, someone will ask what I’m thinking about.  I dare not tell them I’m sitting on the ground at the edge of a mud puddle, playing with the reflection looking back up at me.  I doubt they’d get the same image.

 

 

 

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