Wading through the puddles of life

Life is sometimes like wading through puddles after a storm.
Before you step into it and break the surface,
you have no idea what is underneath.
The thing you thought were stable and permanent
Are mixed into surrounding waters
Changing the appearance of everything.
The water becomes murky ,
and it becomes hard to see the place where your foot was just standing
Or too deep and wets the cuff of your boot.
You feel the foot and wiggle your toes,
But you cannot see a thing.
How odd this feeling is.
To be continued. . .