Mr. Fuller

Th Thomas Fuller really knows how to live.

He should give lessons, but he doesn't. It's enough to observe him at work, how he pays attention without appearing to pay attention and finds things no one else finds.

For example, in the small village in the middle of France where he lives with his wife, Francoise, only he knows where the secret spring flows. Nobody showed him, he found out it all by himself because he was interested.

Curious, he crawled into a small cave. There was the source, bubbling through rock as it had for centuries. He bottles it now, not for sale but to share with friends who visit the village.

Fuller rarely leaves the village these days, usually only to buy the newspaper or to 'take a drink', as he likes to say, at the bar down the hill. There's a farm restaurant in the mountains near Bourboule he visits once in awhile for the crepes, but otherwise he's content to stay home. It's not that he's resigned or even dissatisfied with his circumstances--though he's as restless as they come--it's that he finds unending amusement in what's right around him.  

The best things are the things we discover for ourselves, though it seems that some of our imagainations are becoming less interesting by the day.