Greg and Lynnie are buying a lot in the Enclave at CastleRock. On it, rises a three story house set into the edge of an immense stony precipice. From it, you can see Lake LBJ and Lake Marble Falls. All around, at night, you can see the clustering lights of Marble Falls and Kingsland, Granite Shoals and Horseshoe Bay. There aren't many places where you can perch and peer three hundred sixty degrees in any direction, nothing in your way.
 
Eleven homes will weave into a knitted cloister, a neighborhood, bordered by a stucco and stone wall as tall as it takes to feel, inside, sequestered, part of something, yours.
 
Each home is a castle, is a courtyard, is a place of repose and of laughter and of food and of wine, rebirthing.
 
A castle because it is solid. Thick walls, strong. Protected, inclosing, sequestered, a stand.
 
A courtyard because the outside is in and the inside is out. The home is a garden and the garden a home. Walls sometimes aren't and sometimes they are. Outdoor showers. Indoor flowers. Living Power.
 
Because this place of repose and of laughter and of food and wine, is life lived well. 
 
Rebirthing because, at the end of every day, at the end of whatever life hurls our way, we can sit, we can laugh, we can sigh, we can cry, we can sing, we can live, we can say "Hi" to Greg and Lynnie.
 
Almost evening. The two lovers walking along the narrow lane, holding hands at fifty plus something, going on seventeen, the tiniest Chihuahua, Amorcita, ever, cradled like a wiener with too big ears, dog in the buns of Greg's fat hand and you stop them, under the shifting shade of a giant Palo Verde, Cicadas calling.
 
"Yo, Greg. Lynnie. What's that under your chin? A rat?", you smile knowing he loves that dog as much as he does this place. "Come here. Let me see her."
 
"What's that on your grill?", Greg digs into the air with his nostrils, hungry as the horse Lynnie has tamed.
 
"Pork chops, man, and sweet onions from the garden. Come on down in thirty and bring that rat you call a dog with you. And a bottle, Lynnie. Red."
 
Neighbors.
 
Community.
 
Reality.
 
CastleRock.
 
Thanks Greg and Lynnie for being here.