sprinklers

This morning on the way to work I passed by a small flower bed with automatic sprinklers hissing slightly as they did their thing. As I approached I could see that the neighbouring pavement was wet.

strangely and rather automatically, I side stepped closer to the edge of the garden. As the cool spray lightly graced my shins (it's finally skirt weather) I felt a pleasant jolt as I was immediately transported back to the days of running through the sprinkler in the back yard or riding my bike down the sidewalk - timing my passage past lawns being watered in the hopes of getting a refreshing reprieve from the summer heat.