There are moments when this world seems suddenly, inexplicably transformed.
A short story came to me yesterday while I sat in Balboa Park across from a splashing fountain. My eyes were resting on the broad scene.
So many people, engaged in every sort of activity. So much humanity. And at the center of it all, that everlasting fountain.
Shimmering and shining like magic.
I took out my pen and wrote down a few inspired words.
They might form a short story, or they might form a poem–I’ll let you decide. Read it here.