The fountain

I opened my eyes and saw pink flowers; the countryside was dotted with flowers of all colours. Bees bounced between the thistles. I was delighted by all that I saw when I opened my eyes on the train journey; sleep is seductive, but so, too, is colour.I spent the afternoon on my feet, wandering. I think wandering felt right because I wasn’t sure where I wanted to go. I wanted to walk to figure out where I should be. This has been a theme lately: I put one foot in front of another and look around, admiring the world around.On my first stop I saw a tiled floor with a Greek motif reflected in the chrome espresso machine in a small cafe. I revealed in the sound of the espresso machine; the way the steam wand halts with a whimper. I appreciated the colour of all the ceramic cups on top of the machine. I noted that “Greek motif” is now part of my vocabulary. With studying, I see more patterns in the world.I kept walking, drinking one of the best decaf flat whites I have had. I look up and…