Today, I went outside to take a walk. It was one of those hot, humid days where the smell of grass is heavier in the air than normal for some reason. It's been raining for the past three-ish days. We have a lake with a walking trail in our neighborhood and since the sun came out, I thought it would be a good idea to get some sun. I am pale like a vampire, a sallow-yellow Asian vampire. It was one of those perfect summer days where the sky is the deepest kind of blue with big, chunky white-gray clouds in the sky. Farther away, the darker cumulonimbus clouds were stacked on top of each other, heavy with rain, but they were moving away.
The water from the rain had pooled on the trail in some parts, the whole width, and I was wearing those flip flops that shouldn't really get wet. I think they're made of woven bamboo and cloth or something - something summery I got from American Eagle last summer. The grass on either side was wet too. So I decided to be spontaneous. I rolled up my skinny jeans and splashed across the puddles with bare feet, holding my shoes. Old people on bikes rode by and stared at me.
I tried to dry off my feet on drier grass later, but it didn't work very well, so I ended up giving up and putting my shoes back on. I smiled at everybody who walked by, even the ones who stared. I walked back home with muddy feet and muddy shoes and started to write.
Sometimes, splashing in puddles gives you inspiration.