The Fountain

2007_0525 may fountain

It blocks the rumble of the city with the sound of constant running water, and in keeping with my general state of whimsy the turtle and the gargoyles have gravitated toward this epicentre of my outdoor world. The small daisies I find along the park side after the grass has been cut and I just can’t bear to leave them to be pounded underfoot. Please, sit here with me awhile and enjoy the moment.