Modest, downtown mostly hugs the ground, the few tall exceptions sources of pride and embarrassment. I’m easily drawn to Triangle Park, near the center, with its long curved fountain. The water is loud and colorful, a miracle framed by busy streets. It makes me happy. I try to see what color the water is, exactly, as it spills over the small steps right in front of me. Of course, the light mixes in, and I see that the water is every color and no color. I see more keenly after looking at moving water.