Lunch at the Fountain

After over a week away from Facebook, I couldn’t resist, half-way through my sweet potato, to pull out my phone and visit my profile, updating my status,checking on a few friends, commenting and like-ing here and there.

But look around.  Pull away from the electronics.

Green trees, established in the landscape, surviving this summer dry spell.  Speckles of purple from the waning crepe myrtles.  Students actually enjoying the sun on this cooler day, sweet relief from the suffocating heat and humidity.  Feel that wonderful breeze.  Listen to the fountain.

The fountain.

I don’t think “peace” when I look at this fountain.  (You can view it, too, if you do an image search on Google for “Fulbright Peace Fountain.”)  Perhaps it’s because I only see it from this perspective.  From the distance, maybe even from above, it looks different.  I should probably look at it by night in person, lit and shadow-cast.  Right now I just see masculine spire, but I admit my architectural knowledge is limited, at best.  I’ll have to read more about the inspiration for the design.  I’m sure there’s a story there.

I have much to learn.

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