Last night, I decided to stop by a Cold Stone Creamery to get some ice cream (hey, it got up to 116 here yesterday… ice cream is necessary).
The nearest one on my way home is part of a strip of outdoor shops of a major mall (and conveniently across from a nice comic book shop, but that’s another tale).
In between the ice cream shop and the comic shop is a long row of fountains — unadorned jets of water coming out of the sidewalk with nothing else around them — that are frequently choreographed to music; with lights playing through the water so that it almost reminds you of fireworks.
While walking up the way to the ice cream shop, I hear a very familiar instrumental tune being played, and I stop in wondrous amazement, and just listen to the music and watch the jets of water dance with the crescendos and decrescendos of the symphonic piece, and the lights turned the water into streams of green, red, yellow and blue.
They were playing the original Battlestar Galactica theme, and what made that moment even cooler was that I wasn’t the only one who stopped to watch and listen.