By the fountain

As he walks past the fountain, a glimmer rouses him from his daydreams. The soft light and a gentle breeze play delicately on the surface of the water. He steps closer and allows himself to be enchanted by the delicate colours and shapes that flow seamlessly into one another. Soon he feels deeply connected to this flow, and his usual stream of thoughts has come to a standstill. The longer he stands there, the more alert he feels. It is as though his senses are soaking up every impression from his surroundings. The gentle Wind touches his skin tenderly and carries a subtle blend of scents to his nose. And the fleeting voices of passers-by, the carefree songs of the birds from the trees in the neighbouring park, and the hum of engines from vehicles on the distant road come together to create a wondrous dance for him. And so, as if transformed, he drifts along in the current of the present moment …