This requires some explanation. The folks who sold us our house left a sandbox behind. I’ve been meaning to get rid of it, but it always slips down the priority list. I remember it on days like today when it rains really hard and the box gets flooded.
I don’t know what to say about this. Floods are inherently destructive. They’re cataclysmic events. They lay to waste what once was. They’re disruptive. Nothing here is ruined, but the sandbox can’t be as it’s supposed to be while the water is in place. Everything’s a mess for awhile and there is something sacred in that too.