Hello from the puddle

There is a bridge painted in bright yellow which goes over this body of water. I walk over it every day. Today I took a picture of the water, and the life teeming in it.

It might not be pretty (I found it pretty).

It might not be a well manicured lawn.

It's nature.

Nature is not something that you trim and maintain in the interstices in our cities. Our cities are in the interstices. We have broken nature apart.