Made Me Think

Today, while walking the dogs out by Cedar Fort, I slipped in the muck and fell. My feet went high and to the left, my hands frantically, and unsuccessfully, tried to get rid of my pockets, and I landed with a harmless thunk and slurp on my right hip. Had Dad been there, we'd have been doubled over in laughter, sliding and flailing in the mud. But he wasn't and I just slithered to my feet, hands still in my pockets and walked on, with cakes of mud falling from my jeans as they dried. Didn't even crack a smile. MMT