Ripples in the Basin

A circular stone fountain stood in the quiet corner of the plaza, murmuring with a steady, rhythmic splash. I trotted over and placed both front paws upon the sun-warmed granite rim. The water inside was crystal clear over pale mosaic tiles, with sunlight casting dancing amber webs across the basin floor. Near the edge, a bright copper coin rested undisturbed beneath the surface. Lowering my snout until my nose just grazed the cool water, I watched neat concentric rings ripple outward, scattering the sunbeams into shimmering gold bands across the stone.