A few nights ago, I was bucketing along the block that runs from the old Citizens Bank building to the TXU building (or maybe it’s Luminant now; I mostly remember it as a dress shop often window-shopped by my grandmother). I was jamming to my latest download from audible.com, a longish novel about the wartime Church of England, when I heard the tinkle of water. There’s precious little reason for tinkling in novels about the C of E in wartime, so I glanced around. Then I saw it. The fountain on the square. I was taken aback.
Now, I’ve covered that block on foot at least a couple of times a week for several months. I’ve driven past the spot regularly (although, admittedly, when driving I’m more worried about remembering to move into the recently-added left turn lane for South Main–something I still forget sometimes). I’ve never noticed that fountain. Or, maybe I’ve seen it and the thought “Hey, there’s a new fountain on the square” hasn’t registered. How long has that thing been there? I probably need to renew my subscription to the Henderson Daily News.
It’s a nice traditional-sort of fountain. It looks good and tinkles well enough to make itself known over dense English novel narration. I wonder how much I see every day without really noticing? How many things/people/situations flit under my radar without second glance or first thought? I definitely need to pay more attention.
Rounding the Square 