It is a magical place. Your worries whisper away in the constant streamy sound of moving water. You can just stand and listen. Or sit. Or dip your toes in the water. Or your legs. Or your body. You can step into it, and even sip from its falls. And you can engulf yourself from within its falling water, and gain a different perspective.

I can't find a negative about the Stuttgart fountains; apart from the people smoking

Children play in its waters with a gay abandon ...

It hurts to be without her. More than it ever has.

Despite all of the changes in my life, there really hasn't been much change at all. Not as far as my general make-up goes. For since I started living; way back now on December 5, 2005; I have been all about the same things: Being with my loved one, and writing. That is me in a nutshell. So now, as I feel incredibly down and depressed (though also understanding that these things pass) I write. As I always have in such times.
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