He dawdled behind his mother and older brother. His feet were heavy with his boots, nearly up to his knees, bright green things pulled up over his pants, and he toddled about in them as if they were guiding him.
I watched them walk toward me and noticed how his rain boots found each puddle differently. Sometimes he jumped into them to cause a splash. Sometimes he gently traversed the outer edges of the pooling water and stood in the center. His mother called out to him several times to hurry along and his head merely lifted slightly at her voice, but his eyes remained trained on his course.
From the beginning it was a rainy gloomy day and it seemed nothing could bring a smile to my face, made it all the sweeter.
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