In the midst of it all, we need respite. Respite doesn't necessarily mean dancing, watching a movie, or exercising. The most fulfilling respite is the one that is found in the simple things in life, simplicity, the little joys of nothingness.
I approached the fountain, as if in a zombie-like state, mesmerized by the spurting rush of water. Any passerby would have thought I was going in for good, a pursued Dolce Vita. Tossing aside my backpack full of precious notes and ideas, striping my feet of my dusty sandals, and rushing forth to greet the edge, I contemplated the possibility of completely letting loose and diving into the threshold of peaceful chaos. The thought of the water's immaculateness almost drove me mad. Instead, I perched myself on the side and let my heavy feet drift in the current. Nothing could have completed the moment more than Dean Martin's "On an Evening in Roma" song on repeat. I needed that respite in the atmosphere that I had created for myself, and it wasn't really anything that I created. It was simply a simply joy that I found in doing just that... I am satisfied.
The respite was found..... On an Evening by the Fountain, my evening, my fountain.
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