Playing in Puddles

The hard rain that pelted us the other night left giant patches of water on the trails.  I felt like a KID trotting through them, instead of the silly middling aged woman I am.  (Yes, we turned back and crossed again and again.)

Getting wet

Getting wet

Giant Ran Puddle

Giant Ran Puddle

It occurs to me finding a bit of silliness is a great gift.

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