Puddles and Post

It's Monday night... or Tuesday morning depending on which way you look at it. I've just put down a book of poems by the French poet Jacques Réda. One of my favourite poems is Puddles, hence the first part of the blog title. I particularly love the line

"Some little breeze disturbs forever the space held in thin water".

The little breeze and the thin water are so insignificant, but hold so much importance. You can see a world from a puddle, but then something small can change everything. I don't know whether that's exciting or scary!

I've been in a funny old mood lately, and I can't quite work out why. I feel like I need some sort of outlet, and this is it for now. I can write about some of these puddles that I've been peering into.

Anyway, I'll leave it here for now. I've written this introduction post about 5 times already! I have no idea where this is all going but we'll run with it shall we?!

Apologies for ramble number 1!

Fingers crossed these posts will get better!

Bye for now!