From rain and melted snow
To find a way to the creek.
To a stream, in a hurried dash to the ocean
And here I stand, with bits of waterfalls
trapped, inside buckets.
Soggy, wicking socks
Make close friends with droplets.
Now trapped inside my shoes
It becomes labor-intensive to attempt an escape
Instead, the would-be waterfall participant
Accepts a ride back home
In time for dinner, A movie and a glass of wine
Then it’s off to the washing machine, and the dryer.
There are many different ways to get to the ocean.
(Image entitled Terrestrial. More images can be found here.)
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