As the crowd gathered behind the temporary fences, the two workers double-checked the electrical connections hidden in the bushes at the base of the windmill. Everything was looking good.
Originally built in 1903 to pump water to irrigate the city’s park, electric water pumps eventually replaced the need for the windmill and it fell into disrepair. Ultimately, the mill was in such a state of ruin that the city condemned it and ordered it to be torn down.
But then the city’s Historical Preservation Society received a two million dollar anonymous donation specifically earmarked for the historic windmill’s restoration.
This was finally the day that the mill was scheduled to go back into operation. The mayor and other dignitaries and distinguished guests were in attendance, along with dozens of the city’s residents, including my daughter and me.
When the power was switched on and the giant windmill’s four large sails began to slowly rotate, a loud cheer rang out.
“It’s magnificent, Daddy,” my daughter said, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers from Priceless Joy. Photo credit: Fandango. Oh, that’s me!