I dip my hands in the water of the fountain. It’s cold compared to the summer heat. The quite large fish try nibbling on my fingers. It doesn’t hurt but it tickles. The smell of blossoms smother my nose as I walk along the dirt footpath but there is also the slight smell of chicken poo. It’s almost silent but there’s the distant sound of people talking and laughing. The beautiful colours of the blossom trees spread from side to side of my vision but there’s also the dirt road and the violent colour of the green grass.
– Grace / Footscray City College Substation