Duck in a puddle

Yesterday evening, as I drove to class, I saw a bird splashing and bathing in a puddle.

Time expanded for a few moments. And I was connected. To the bird (I’m not sure what kind. I’m inclined to say it was a duck, but then I wonder what a duck might have been doing in the middle of the road?). To the puddle and the pavement and the earth.

I felt joy in those moments. Joy for that connection. And joy, also, for my awareness of it.

And then I drove on, because time keeps moving forward, bring that sent of joy and connectedness with me.