I pass an electrician's storefront or headquarters on the edge of a residential area. It has an interesting logo and a handmade sign that changes colors. It also has this. Next to the door in a small planter is what might be called a water feature. It’s a large bowl which seems to be ceramic buried in rocks, surrounded by this and that of a mildly colorful nature, with bicycle derailleur gears and brake disk turned into a small fountain inside. It runs day and night because, as the electrician explained to me, it runs on a small solar cell out of sight on the roof connected to a car battery — you can see a wire going over the edge at the upper right — that runs a pump at the bottom. It gives the sound of trickling water that echoes upward, and makes the entrance a very happy place. I’m only sorry I have no electrical work to offer him. He also has a beautifully restored and mildly hot rodded 50s pickup on the side with his logo on it and, I suspect, when the waves are up and business is down, he’s at the beach. You can tell a lot about people by such details. He has a bright smile and is happy to explain things. These are not the traits of electricians in general, they are the wonderful traits of a happy person. On every walk I rest in front of the fountain to build up strength before continuing.