Puddles

This week has been full of wonderful old and new sights, smells, and physical sensations.  Rain.  Ah, I love the smell that it gives, the budding life that it reveals. It makes me come alive.  It makes me do things that I wouldn’t usually have to do.  The drainage system by the 904 College Avenue Building is pretty pitiful.  When it rains, water just rests in a large area about 15 feet from my door.  I either have to take a detour to get to my apartment or splash through the puddle, as water sloshes up the side of my white leather flats and sneaks into the insole.  Sometimes I just shrug and keep on with my day, other days I am frustrated that I have to walk around in soggy shoes.  But regardless it makes me feel alive, makes me feel a certain way that I only experience as a result of splashing in a puddle.