We Were Out in the Rain by Steven Bloomfield

We were out in the rain, my granddaughter and I, in the pandemic spring of 2020. For splashing in puddles, she wore her new yellow boots. Exposed to the wet, we felt joy in a flourishing garden where we wouldn’t be found, in our reveling together in nature. Perched on a moment, we were enacting a future memory that I’ll sweetly recall in the future – and that she’ll lose, because she’s only two. In the storm of this virus exist beautiful harbors. We live amidst not only constraints but a landscape of opportunities in which perhaps she’ll come to thrive.

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Puddle Jumping by Ben Putnam, view sculpture here —>