Puddle January 3, 2010

Have you ever studied a puddle? I mean really watched it and seen what an incredible and cool thing it is? I was driving the other day and pulled up to the stop sign at the end of our dirt road. It was very cold outside, snow on the ground and the wind was blowing like it was angry. I came to a complete stop and put the car into park (can’t remember why, probably waiting for someone to get buckled) and I looked out the window to my left and saw a small puddle of water waving at me. The wind was making it ripple and I became transfixed on this little body of water. It reflected the beautiful blue sky and the clouds that were floating by. A small leaf floated across and leaned on the muddy edge of the puddle for a rest. I am sure if I had watched long enough that a frog or other tiny animal would have come across it for their own purposes. As it was I knew that this little puddle was important. While it fought off the cold rigorously I knew that eventually it would be unable to defeat it and would freeze solid to become an ice skating rink for whatever creature dared to brave the elements. Eventually, though, I could see in my minds eye, as the sun came back out and it melted back into the waving puddle that I now saw and then as the sun beat down upon it, it would give up the ghost and rise, rise up into the sky to wait it’s turn to return back into it’s comfy, muddy bed along side the end of my dirt road. I stare transfixed at this cute little puddle only about two feet by two feet. Ahh, they are ready and so I am, I put the car into drive and we leave that little puddle behind us waving goodbye and asking us to return soon.