A funny prompt, perhaps, but I’m grinning. As I was grinning when I woke up, realising the dream I’d had made peace with a person from my Life who I won’t ever get to make peace with BEcause she is gone.
Funny things happen when we sleep or when we splash puddles. I canNOT NOT think of splashing in puddles as the rain was falling when I was teeny tiny with my brother. And whether we were naked or in underpants, I remember the delicious feeling of that rain on my bare skin.
And I remember it every time I get caught in the rain. Even still. Some 57+ years later. How can that NOT make me grin?!
Gracie, of course, loves puddles. She loves to walk through them and deLIGHTs in me walking and splashing in them, too. Her friend who has moved, Ben, had a special puddle spot in a lawn where we walked together [where Gracie and I walk still Today] and he’d lie right down in it. Luxurious was the look on his face.
Nowadays, Gracie loves to tease me and act as if she will DO a rollie-pole in the grassy Bennie-puddle, but she never does. I think she just loves the look on my face when I think she’ll actually DO it.
I love you, Currie