rushing

Wow, this picture really does it no justice. There was a giant rushing puddle at the bottom of my street on this day. It so seldom rains here that I am amazed by all that I see around me. Rushing puddle was really almost like a little creek or a tiny river. We needed the rain, but this has gone on to the point of over-saturation. And we in blipfoto land surely recognize the potency of over-saturation, do we not?

It's been a long time since I have had to rush rush rush for days on end, as I did in my former life. It's as though someone pulled the brake on the old big wheel, and now I'm slooooooowly trying to get up to speed - at least a little bit of speed. Trouble is, remember on the old big wheels how you'd be trying so hard to get started but you'd be skidding out instead of getting the plastic tires to grip and go? Yeah. That's a pretty fair analogy at this point. I used to always have to put my feet down and push myself to get going, then the pedals would send power to the tires. Gotta find the trick, I guess.