I would like to say I didn’t choose puddles, the puddles chose me. And their reflections that you see, normally I wouldn’t really notice much walking by, but for some reason in the evening they reflect the trees and the sky in a forlorn way. Almost like they are looking at me, through me. Saying goodbye, but for now. We’ll be back. I don’t know, but the ones this evening really do reflect a gloomy presence.

Goodbye 2024. I hope that 2025 is going to be good for everyone.