The beginning of spring always results in a week of constant stormy weather here in the UK. It brings “the winds of change” gusting in at up to 80mph, just like today in some parts of the country.
Here in Bath it’s been gusting at a measly 40-45mph.
This is still enough to cause some havoc, along with a whole bunch of rain and hail.
As I was battling my way to the post office, with both arms full of wind-resistant packages of shiny bicycle-orientated goodness, I noticed a small plastic bottle sailing in a newly established puddle.

It kinda got me thinking. I wonder whereabouts the bottle had come from. Had its journey been long and arduous? Or had it simply been dropped there and then?
I continued to the post office and dropped off the packages and started walking back to the shop. To my delight the bottle had freed itself from the murky depths of the puddle and was now rolling perilously towards a row of parked taxis, waiting for fares.
I wonder where the bottle is now?
Maybe it’s stuck in a gutter?
Maybe it’s further up town taking in the sights and sounds of this vibrant city?
Maybe it’s tripped up a random person and caused them to break something?
Perhaps it decided it wanted more sailing practice and jumped into another puddle?
It’s all a case of hidden potential.
The bottle could change someone’s life. They just don’t know it yet.
Sometimes, just sometimes, life’s a bit like that.
Sometimes it’s worth considering all that hidden potential and letting it out before you end up squished by a taxi or stuck face down in a puddle like the bottle.
Clever bottle.