Fountain of Youth
Capturing a moment on the fly while driving...
As the van takes a corner turn before I'm dropped off at the train station there's a living poetic polaroid... 3 young kids and their dog behind an iron fence stare at a gushing fountain. Their innocence: defying the horrors blowing up the dark side of the world. Their possibilities: stirring Spring's white fragrant blossoms around their feet. Their energies: the ecstatic waterspray singing to the fountains within them. My inner child leaps out of the van to join them in the whirlywind the waterspray and the frozen moment of eternal youth.
Edgar POE-tic bitter with sweet at just the right mix without the gossamer threads of shrouds and then conqueror wiggly things at the end to ruin the mood.
Been there, done that, and spend a good portion of my life thinking of how to allow kids to just BE in the moment while the maelstrom malevolent universe rages around them.
cheers.
Oh this is lovely and eternal.