I took this photo on Fountain Square last night because I was intrigued with how the wind was blowing west not east and how that enthused the water and diffused the light. The purple was a surprise. And I do like surprises, especially of the alchemistic persuasion.
So maybe this is what happens when the wind kicks up and reminds you that home is where the heart is.
Or wait. Maybe that's home is where the heart remembers what it wants.
Better yet ... home is when the heart remembers that it wants.