Ever wondered, what happenes at the top of the fountain? Just at the point, where the water shot upward from the pump with some force to rise toward the sky, realises, there exists gravity it is forced to follow. Right there, at the turn from a seemingly everlasting upward motion to the unavoidable descent.
Well, I lay on the lawn next to a fountain at the Jewish Museum in Berlin yesterday . (Where sweetheart and I saw a James Turell exhibition. It was impressive and I loved it. And the building itself is also worth its own post.) The head of water I watched against the blue sky caught my attention. And made me contemplate age. I hate becoming fifty. This is officially old. Which I am as of today. Yuk.
But then again, as you find yourself right at the top of everything, at the turn of any upward motion, maybe fighting the pull of gravity (oh my, and pull it does), you also notice the view.
Never have you been able to see further and clearer than right now. And you can look back at your climb. If you look carefully, it might make you feel proud a little. About the accomplishments and heights you were able to reach. You may not have been lifted exactly where you expected to come out. But all one can hope for, is to use all the trajectory power, one is gifted with and strive for the best.
Overall, it is quite nice up here. A little fear tingles, as I contemplate the inevitable descent in wait for me. It won’t get any better, physically. But maybe in other ways, I have no way of knowing yet. However, as I listen to the rush of water, as it rises and falls again, splashing down to intermingle with the entire body of liquid, that forms the base for the next generation of water heads, I am content.