Don’t forget to leave space for life.

Walking to work today was like walking through a slushy machine that went haywire and exploded all around.
Amidst the deep puddles of water were piles of a yellowy, snow-like substance.
Avoiding plows became the necessary recourse if one intended to stay dry.

My life has become a pathetic fallacy. For the time being at least.
I spend the days just trying to make it through dry.
Most days I succeed, but every so often I step in a puddle and get my socks wet.

I wish there was an umbrella for life.