Its stare is startled, mirrored in the goldfishes’ flashing tails. 

The flock of birds fly swiftly past to unknown destinations.

It’s unripe potential promises great riches to those with patience and the knowledge of transformation. 

The building deceptively curves, wrapping and concealing what lies behind. 

The mighty crash of power falls headlong into oblivion. 

The undulating curves are sensuous and seductive. 

It is strangely beautiful: stark rock, cold water, and wide-open sky. 

The rich purple velvet of dainty flowers smell divinely of the last vestiges of summer.