Happy things, day 7

[serene]

1) Love my job

2) Soap suds in the fountain (I know it's immature vandalism and people
shouldn't do it. Still, it makes me smile.)

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[leback.livejournal.com]

There was a fountain on my undergrad campus that I just *loved*.

One weekend, my freshman year during spring quarter finals, I and a couple other slackers wound up wandering around campus right around dawn. We'd stayed up late, gone out looking for a place to watch the sunrise, didn't find a good place in time, but nonetheless spent a few hours exploring various interesting little nooks and crannies of our campus, which were made all the more enchanted by the stillness and emptiness of the campus at that time, and the just-barely-morning June sunlight.

And then, as the excursion was wrapping up, we came to the fountain, and it was filled with glimmering white foam. I don't think I'd ever seen soap suds in a fountain before, and this was the most beautiful, crazy-whimsical, *perfect* thing I could imagine right then.

That morning was sort of the climactic moment in one of the most harrowing and devastating years of my life -- and also one of the most consuming and heart-breaking relationships of my life. It's cemented itself in my memory as completely pivotal in my process of letting go of the hell it felt like I'd been through, and yet also the moment when I stepped decisively into the life that hell had left me with. And that fountain full of bubbles winds up at the center of the whole memory, every time.

So yeah, immature vandalism, probably. But there is *always* going to be a special place in my heart for whoever dumped those bubbles in that particular fountain on that particular day.