Day #333 Water sprinkle

There I was waiting for my son playing under the fountain.
Running here and there, sprinkled water to my face over and over.
Every time he sprinkled the water, they wiped away my train of thoughts.
They stopped, but then moved again to a direction I did not know.

Thank God, the last sprinkled woke me up from my endless journey.
Maybe it was the holy water.
That told me I should stop, because certain things just wouldn't change.