Pink welly

Sunday: heavy rain all day long. Cold and blustery. Trailed puddled sidewalks to the cafe and back late morning.

Wet gear dripping in the hallway.

Arrive at the end of the weekend with that familiar feeling. Things left undone. Body and mind unrested.

 

For every puddle

along the way: the two-foot

pink welly stomp

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