In Pakistan we had tube wells which poured out water like this in the countryside, except they did not have a handle and were much larger. And in that context the coolness and life giving aspects of the water were pretty evident in such a hot dry climate. Here, we might be tempted to just think of this as sketchy water from an old, rusty faucet.

And yet it was enticing enough for a several small children to break off from a large gaggle of children being led around by a woman who was obviously the mother of at least some of them and come over and play with sticks in its flow. In fact after repeated, vain calls to a small curly haired boy of about three named Gaius, the mother had to finally come over and get him. And even within myself I could feel the magic of the water as it flowed and splashed in the sunlight. And if I was just the tiniest bit thirstier I would have certainly had a long splashy, messy, satisfying drink.

Not sure which of these two shots I like better, though I am leaning toward the latter.