puddle hopping

i sat by the chilly window and people-watched those dodging the blustery day.  the NYC city-streets stay busy, as if they never got the memo from mother nature.  i was safe from the drizzle, sipping my chai latte, snug in my leggings, leg warmers and boots.

okay, so i was day dreaming.  its still a warm 75 in Nashville, although this dreary day has allowed the temp to dip below 95 for the first time since spring.  so what if i was wearing flats, and getting in one last wear of white pants before Labor Day?  and i may have been sitting window-side at Target, enjoying some popcorn and a cold soda.  just small details, psh.

but i was people watching.  i love days like this.  the middle day of a 3-day-weekend, with the chance to be lazy-dazy and relax and sit and sip and not do a thing.  days like this inspire me to write; in fact, i've already written three times today.  and using my environment as my muse just makes writing that much more inviting.

i watched as a young dad walked across the slick asphalt to his car with his precious blonde toddler.  she was equipped in her rainboots, and for just a moment, the two of them stopped as he held her hand and she jumped smack-dab in the middle of puddle in the parking lot. a lady on her way to the store front smiled with her eyes, as if she too could feel the innocent joy of this young one.

when was the last time you jumped in a puddle?  when did we learn we should no longer puddle hop?  what about it became so annoying?  soggy socks?  slippery sandals?  did we decide that we don't really have the mere seconds to splash around?  or did we just altogether forget to look for the opportunity to stop and enjoy the beauty and joy around us?

we may not always take the time to smell the roses, so maybe on this dreary day we can take a moment to puddle hop.  it might be good for your soul.

can't wait to get those Hunter wellies for my birthday this month so i can splash without getting slimey toes :)