An electrifying storm and frenzied rain left my morning stroll through the forest with puddles on the path. Meeting this cold, muddy water might cause some to turn around and declare, just not going to attempt it. While others decide to come back later or look for an alternative route. Then there are those who proceed, knowing their feet will get wet and eventually dry. The light-hearted will splash gleefully forward savoring the joy and the surprise of the puddles. Others might logically work to find a way to cross without getting wet…sometimes successful, sometimes not.
Puddles in the path
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