Here it is October and even before the leaves are changing colors the water in the fountain at Love Park is.
I give you pink water. Pure as cotton candy and mighty fine. Seems to hold its own against that slice of blue sky in the background. Every once in a while something like this reinforces my desire to stay in Philadelphia. How weird and wonderful to have a mayor who allocates money for pink and blue water. It must cost pennies and it keeps me smiling. It's just silly enough to lighten the daily load.