Sunday by the river

I could hear the water fall over the river dam even when our bedroom windows were closed at my grandparents' place. My grandparents are gone now, and I will never be able to enter that house again, and that dam was never rebuilt after the flood 20 years ago, but I know it was there and that is where my love for river dams comes from.
We walked down to the nearest one on Sunday afternoon and it was great... We left behind the smell of the plum marmelade I had made at home, the second best thing that day, and Amy's Back to Black in the CD player, coming in third place.