more rain in the forecast last night. and for a moment, it seemed like all the rainwater runoff, was flowing straight into my shoes.
the squish squish squish of wet shoes, wet socks, and eventually wet feet.
and what can you really do?
i mean, each time i feel like breaking out new shoes, it begins to rain. just like each time i feel like my day has gone completely full-tilt bananas, i find out it’s the full moon.
things happen, and you deal with them. elevated or serene, these occurrences do not have to define us. you can meet them full-faced and allow them access to your heart-space, where if you wish, they may reside and affect.
this ole goddamn long life with my sore muscles down through the meat to the bones…who cares about sopping wet feet in a rainstorm?
i’ve other worries and amazing things to attend to.
squish squish squish.