The last days I was a bit "under the weather", although the sun came out and I got some (personal) very good news. (I will tell you another time).
So I did what I always do when I feel sort of blue: I looked into my bookcases and took out "Delight" by J.B.Priestly. It was first published in 1949.
" FOUNTAINS. I doubt if I ever saw one, even the smallest, without some tingling of delight. (...) The richest memory I have of the Bradford Exhibition of my boyhood, (...) is of the Fairy Fountain, which changed colour to the waltzes of the Blue Hungarian Band, and was straight out of the Arabian Night."
Priestly complains that there are only few fountains in Great Britain:
"We hunger for them and are not fed." He asks for letters to The Times and even for demonstrations to get them.
"Their cost is trifling compared to so many idiotic things we are given and do not want. Our towns are crammed with all manner of rubbish that no people in their senses ever asked for, yet where are the fountains?"
The fountain on the photograph I took at the Victoria Luise Platz, a few steps from my home. The man who designed in 1902 the whole quarter, Mr. Haberland, insisted on many "Schmuckplätze" - Ornamental Places? - where you will find every time a fountain - in always diverging design.
When they start to sparkle after winter, you know: now it is really spring.
Query: What do you think about the delight of fountains? Are there fountains where you live, or nearby - and/or do you remember a very special one?