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
1 comment:
I also love to watch the birds drink and bathe in them! ;)
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