Old Mill

The sun flashes off the little waterfall by the old mill. Entranced, I wheel Little Joy into the parking lot, dodging actors still arrayed after a local performance of Pride and Prejudice. They mill about (doh!), radiant with glorious, post-performance excitement.

I wander the grounds, which remind me of the opening scene of Labyrinth:

"Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered, I have fought my way here to the castle beyond the Goblin City to take back the child which you have stolen. For my will is as strong as yours, and my kingdom as great... You have no power over me!"

I always thought I'd make a good Sarah (the one in the film was too whiny!) despite the lack of horses. David Bowie is acceptable compensation...