Deluge / Calm

Incessant rain snakes the hole they've dug, widening basement or pool for mud. Work stops, too wet, but we can see the walls, and their top. The window through which I took this picture will be soon gone, and with it the stickers that pleased the children.

We are learning to live with our new companion. So many things gone wrong: the financing unsecured, the grade of the soil not right, old crawlspace and foundation built by men for whom a future was five years, maybe ten years, not sixty.

Something, though, about that gray wall where brown pit had been promises.