It was massive.
And built of huge and beautiful stones of different color.
The water roared down flooded by lights.
It was had to believe.
There was a worker back there still working on the waterfall.
There was more to be done on it.
I shook hands with the worker.
He's read all your books," my neighbor said.
No shit," I said.
The worker smiled at me.
The we walked back into the house.
My neighbor asked me, "How about a glass of wine?" I told him, "No, thanks." Then explained the sore throat and the pain at the top of my head.
Linda and I walked back across the street and back to our place.
And, basically, that was about the day and the night.
AM Well, my 71st year has been a hell of a productive year.
