Behind the Puddle

One ordinary moment, observed behind the puddle.

September 23, 2026

  • I Will Take Ordinary Every Time

    I Will Take Ordinary Every Time

    Today unfolded so gently that I almost missed how much it mattered. There was no single moment that changed everything. No dramatic arrival, no rare visitor, no event that demanded to be remembered. Just one ordinary thing after another, slowly filling the day. This morning, two doves appeared in the white pine after the rain.… Continue reading

  • They Found Their Way Back

    They Found Their Way Back

    They have been gone long enough that I had started to wonder about them. Not in a passing sort of way, but in the way you wonder about something that has quietly become part of your day. I kept looking toward the water and the grassy edge, half expecting to see them there. For days,… Continue reading

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  • Waiting for Things to Dry

    I peeked out the door this morning to see if the world was ready for me yet. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one wondering. Two mourning doves were tucked into the white pine, one above the other, looking just a little worse for whatever weather they had been sitting through. The concrete was still wet,… Continue reading