Februrary has been a very wet month in San Francisco. And this is a good thing, since just three months ago, more than three-quarters of the state was in moderate to extreme drought and the remainder was abnormally dry.
At the same time, all this rain has left puddle after puddle on the trail that we walk our dog along each morning. And while my wife and I try to avoid, as much as possible, stepping into these puddles, our dog always seems to find a way to trek right through the middle of them. And she also finds a way to find and walk through the muddiest parts of the path.
Kind of reminds me of myself when I was a kid.
Written for my daily one-word prompt, “puddle.”