He built his house on the edge of a waterfall, because he
could. He was richer than some South American states, and
was even born in one. In the dead of winter, the waterfall
would freeze, and he would walk along the edge in his spiked
boots, looking down the thirty meter drop, and then up at
the winter sun. The sun, in turn, smiled back.

When he was a child, he always drew pictures with suns in
them. Many suns, all happy and smiling, with yellow and
orange rays reaching down to the waterfalls below. He never
even saw a waterfall until he bought the land for his house.
And when he did see it, it was just as he had imagined.

He was 30 years old, and had got everything he wanted. Money
seemed to flow effortlessly into his hands. People said that
the sun always smiled upon him. And all he had to do was be
someone else. People said he was born to be an actor.

Walking along the edge in his spiked boots, he reached out
his hand. It touched the jagged crayon lines in the sky. He
wondered which character he was, and tried to recall his
lines.

He remembered, and then fell backwards. The ice didn't even
crack.