After all the rain this past week, my favorite bike/walking path had patches of mud. It wasn’t as deep and widespread as what was left after the flash flooding at the beginning of July. But it was still messy and slippery.
It was also kind of beautiful.
There were criss-crossing trails…
…and little mud-mounds formed from leaves.
Dirt and sand on the concrete path before the storms (from a child playing?) became works of art.
Hoping you’ll find beauty after every storm.