Little Girls and Puddles

“Boots or tennis shoes,” I asked.

“Boots, Grand dad.  I might find some puddles,” Alice replied.

It didn’t take long to find that puddle. Silly me, we live in Seattle.

My focus was on Alice tripping lightly through the puddle.

ee Cumings poem [In Just-] came to mind as Alice splashed so delicately:

“in Just-

spring    when the world is mud-

luscious the little

lame baloonman

whistles    far   and wee”

“Did you take my video, grand dad? Can I see?” begged Alice.

As we shared the video, I realized that surrounding Alice were the late day shadows and reflections of the water front office buildings.  Another replay showed the circular ripples of the water flowing outward from the little girl in the puddle.

Little girls, puddles, reflections, shadows, and ripples.  What a great way to spend an early spring day.

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