I want to jump in more puddles.

I want to jump in more puddles. I want to see the grey sky as an opportunity, and rush to put on rain boots to dance beneath it. I wish I could ignore wet, muddy socks and soggy bottoms. I crave to find moments of glee on the asphalt outside of Marshall’s, even though the rest of the world is rushing me in and speeding by. I yearn to see the little things as glorious and the imperfect as an opportunity.

I want to be more like her when I grow up. 🌦