in front of that monstrous computer generated fountain. Silhouetted against the lights of the fountains, I see the shadowed outline of a little girl standing with her dad. The plumes of water are at the low point but the child is jumping up and down, waving her arms like a conductor coaxing a crescendo from an orchestra. And as she does, the plumes climb higher and higher, much to her delight.
Amazing how someone so small can have so much faith. Fully expecting the water will bend to her will, she simply believes. Just like she believes in the simplicity of life, in that her dad will forever be at her side and in the fact a fat man is going slide down the chimney with a sack full of presents in a few weeks. Blind, beautiful belief.
I’m tapping this post via my phone and I think I’m now late for my movie but maybe that’s what this season is all about. Stripping away the strains of reason and simply believing because its good to do so. There’s strength and innocence in faith.
She’s walked away from the fountain with her dad, Christmas is twenty or so days away and full of expectations. And the fountain has dipped in her absence.
Maybe belief has more power than I think.
Oh, and they were real. I’m sure of that.