puddle paddle
jumping off the curb and running for the bus with short sticcado steps in my long jean skirt and suede clogs, I trapsed heavily through a lake sized puddle. the water cascaded into the air and clug to my clothes and legs, and filled my birkenstock clogs. it felt lovely. I cursed loudly in french and slowed my steps in a futile effort to reduce the soaking. as my feet sunk deeply into the muddy, gutter puddle, my eyes caught the water's ascendence, it seemed think as pudding, and free as air. Im grateful to have been hurrying for the bus, otherwise I might have missed this experience.