This is what towers above this new spot I found, the complex city of temples and waterfalls and cascades that makes the bulk of the remnants of the omiscan civilization.
And on the other end, spilling into the river where I’m trying to fish, the royal baths, where I first swam with Mom what feels like forever ago.
I’m at a peaceful spot between those two marvels of architecture, with the sound of water flowing and the sound of the most exotic birds fighting for attention.
Yet when I fish, my thoughts invariably go to Dad. He’d be amazed, I think, at the improbable fish you can see swirling below the surface.
He’d probably be better at catching them than me, though, let’s be honest.
The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans) 