ahh, the street dreams a dream

Out early and time for a walk along the river side before getting the bus to work. So I go down to the river, the restless, rippling in-tide and out-. It unclogs my heart. Lets the good stuff clear and flow. In and out.

As I reached the bus station the dips and rises in the pavement had caught recent rain. The morning sky was on the up and as it brightened so the liquid puddle dreams caught and tuned in to its surroundings. Buildings appeared in unexpected places. A surprising blush of  cloud where water gathered. Liquid reflections. Images spread across the walkway. A rippling gallery underfoot.
Life is there in all angles. Sometimes we need the right combination of events, like the clearing skies of morning after night rain. It is there, but we need to look, to have our eyes open.
We are forward facing creatures. But there is an up, a down, a behind and around. So stop. Break the tyranny of front facing, linear regard. Unshackle yourself from the straight-ahead purpose. Look around. Get yourself dizzy. Dream this dream within a dream of life. Get puddle-wise.