One wintry morning two weeks ago I was walking to my photography class, it was rather early. On my way from the station I passed a park where a fountain was showing off its tremendous power.
But that was not the part I liked best. The wind was blowing the water away, so that the spray floated over the pond. For me this scene had a touch of magic, as if any moment naiads could rise up from the pool. I even would not be surprised if Merlin had come out from behind the tree.
Well, I did not see the nymphs nor the wizard, but happily continued my walk because the moment had been special anyway.