The water garden

As I watch San Francisco’s Market Street coming alive at dawn, amid it all I stumble onto a beautiful fountain. Water is pushed up to the top where a thin brass plate ads a sparkle. There it bubbles softly before pressing moving patterns into the glass as it slides off back into the ground. 

Long weekend Mondays

Like a big jewelled pendant on the beautiful neck of a passer-by, long weekend Mondays are fast-fading precious gems. I often wonder what people usually do on such days.