Muddy Puddles

 When the weather is mild enough for you to only wear a sweater and you start to go faster- running, really- and you're bending with the road and slowing down at the pond. You're not an athlete but it's enough for you to run with no one around. You walk atop the rocks and notice the risen level since the rainfall. The snow has melted and the grass is wet and muddy and the only sound you hear is your boots on the muddy wet grass. You deliberately walk in the puddles as wide as the trial you're following. You spin around and regard the unfocused trees. When you reach the pavement once again you start to run and all you hear is the clomp clomp of your feet and you know you're going to be okay, even if the dead flowers won't emerge until spring.