When up is down

The same place as this.

Our evening walk took us through many puddles. Cousteau rolled in something horrible. He had to have a bath. He's now gently steaming and shivering in the kitchen. Looking hopefully at the unlit fire.

The sky was reflected in the puddles and it was quite disorienting to see the trees upside down. I walked with my head up, looking at the sky and the trees reaching their bare branches into the blueness. The occasional puffy cloud scooted by.

It was finger-nippingly cold.

A lovely light.

I'm off to Mass now and then out for tea.

Hasta la vista baby.