There's A Sky In My Puddle

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Copyright by Penelope Puddlisms

Puddle Strewn Path At Crescent Beach

'TWAS THE DAY before Christmas when I rushed to Crescent Beach in South Surrey for a last minute present. The few shops there were mostly closed and the only gift I found was the sun pouring out in the late afternoon after a morning wrapped in a gray heavy rainfall.

Looking up from the puddle strewn path I saw something appear like a moon out of reach. Instead of a nest, balloons were stuck in the branches of a tree. Strange ... I was thinking about blocked balloons as a metaphor for the bursting of dreams earlier in another post. The awful sight was a reminder that the plastic bubbles that float so prettily in the air are a hazard to wildlife.

The sky seeped through a misty veil making blue reflections in puddle mirrors.

Oops ... I nearly stuck my foot in some clouds.

I went around a blob of a log that resembled a beached whale ...

almost stepping on the roof of a house like Santa.

The bay, of course, was the biggest puddle of all.

Spent grasses had a bouncy response to the sunny break in the weather.

Puddles nestled at the foot of empty benches. There were few people out enjoying the scene ... they were probably busy elsewhere shopping.

This message at the window of a closed store is the same as the one I have on a Penelope card (scroll all the way down to see it) where she sits on a big iconic rock in White Rock. The sign might have made a nice gift but I had to move on to a nearby mall and melt into the crowds before Christmas.

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Copyright by Penelope Puddlisms