It's quiet now.
It doesn't look like much, but in the summertime this fountain gushes a steady stream of cold water from two gargoyle spigots.
In this forest plaza, tired joggers wearily approach this aqua temple to dunk their heads; fathers hoist their children up so they can lap up the refreshing droplets; once a dog jumped in, much to the chagrin of his flustered minder, but dogs get hot too; in the far basin, a red balloon floated delicately on top of the water's surface for two days, being pushed around by the current of falling water and tiny hands.
It's a meeting point for mothers with strollers and toddlers with trucks.
Leaves now collect in the empty stone reservoirs.
We wait for spring.