A Ballet of Water - Melinda J. Irvine
As we walked past the cold section in the supermarket tonight, my adopted son Jerry handed me back the shopping basket, leapt into the air and said “I can't carry this now Tita Mel, I have to do my ballet” and then danced off into another aisle. He told me later as I stopped to photograph the beautiful fountain outside, it was a ballet of water. I think he's right too.