I cannot begin to tell you how many times I've looked at this fountain over the course of the last thirty years. There have been nights when its waters didn't flow, there have been days when suds overflowed, but there has never been a night when it sat still for me to capture its beauty.
Tonight, I failed to bring change in order to wish for better days, a better tomorrow; I see others have thrown their wishes into the water and I wonder whose dreams will be met, as I'm still waiting for my two cents to be redeemed.
I'm wishing you well as I approach the wishing well...
