Poetic observation
Even in this miserable weather, I saw a teenage girl jump into the cold puddles, laughing; seizing the moment.
To see her jumping like that —without a care for her white shoes or trousers — felt like an act of rebellion against the cold and dark.
Even in the cold moonless blackness of autumn, with these cold brown puddles, her laughter seemed to radiate like the sun.
It made me smile.