May 8 — Puddle jumping

The day is sunny and warm, but it’s not enough to wipe away the results of a straight week of rainy days. We’re at the National Arboretum, about to walk into the wooded paths on the western side of the park. There’s a dip in the grass before the path. It’s full of stagnant water, but someone has set up two stones so people can cross over without getting their feet wet. I step across, but instead of following me she walks a few yards to the right and hops lightly over a narrower part of the puddle.

I try to parse out why she would go out of her way like that and come up empty. In hindsight it may have been because she didn’t want me to hold her hand and help her over the rocks.

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