Prelude to Joy
Sneak Peek
In the heart of the park, cradled by gently curving paths and framed by flowering hedgerows, stands a fountain that seems to whisper to the soul. At its center rises Triton, the sea god, caught forever in motion—his muscular form cast in weathered stone, conch shell raised to the sky as if summoning the wind itself. From the shell pours a stream of cool, glistening water, arching into the air before cascading in a silvery veil into the broad, circular basin below. The fountain’s soft splash harmonizes with the rustling trees and distant birdsong, creating a symphony of calm that floats through the warm summer air.
The day is golden, breezy—the city at its most generous. Children chase each other in delight, their laughter tumbling like wind chimes as they dart between their parents’ picnic blankets and the sun-dappled trees. A little boy stands on tiptoe at the fountain’s edge, stretching a hand toward the misty spray, while his sister clutches a dripping ice cream cone, wide-eyed with joy. The light mist of water that dances from Triton’s basin brings welcome relief from the sun’s embrace, dotting arms and cheeks with tiny pearls of coolness.
Nearby, couples lounge on cotton-fringed blankets, shoes kicked off and faces tilted toward the sky, the scent of lavender and grilled rosemary wafting from their picnic baskets. Wine glows in stemmed glasses, pale rosé and chilled white, catching the light like stained glass, while of chilled chicken salad and wedges cheese rest beside golden baguettes, fresh strawberries, and a jar of honey mustard.
A mother rocks a stroller gently with one foot while sipping coffee from a travel mug; eyes closed, her baby dreaming beneath a wide-brimmed sun hat. The whole scene hums with a sense of quiet harmony, as if the park itself were exhaling peace.
And as the afternoon ripens into evening, the gentle buzz of conversation gives way to the soft strains of a cello or violin drifting from a shaded pavilion nearby—part of the park’s summer music series. Strangers pause mid-step, drawn by the melody; friends gather closer, sharing a bottle of wine and listening as dusk casts a golden hue over the lawn. The sky begins to blush, the breeze carries whispers of jasmine, and the Triton fountain—still singing its watery song—becomes a backdrop to the timeless rituals of rest, romance, and reverie. The park, on such a day, feels less like a place and more like a moment suspended in poetry.
P.S. for the Curious Reader:
This is a prelude into a world from my upcoming novel where a young woman meets an intriguing inventor bound to change his stars – colliding with hers in the process, and in a way that no one expected. Stay tuned!
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