I imagined myself a small creature, living in this fragile tent next to the water, across from an active construction site, together with my family of other small creatures, and our small store of food gathered in preparation for winter.
|Aerial view of home|
It's not an ideal home by any stretch. The wind buffets it, and at times feels as if it's blowing right through. It's not warm at night. It does a poor job of blocking the hot sun. When it rains, particularly a hard monsoon downpour, the roof is wholly inadequate, and what passes for the floor becomes muddy, wet, and cold. The yard consists of rocks, except for the single tree-like bush which also serves to prop up the house, somewhat.
|Across the water|
They are building something across the water. The ground rumbles as the machines roll back and forth, and as the tall tower crane lifts, turns, and drops, over and over, all day, and sometimes at night: lift, turn, drop, lift, turn, drop, lift, turn, drop...
|The (small) big picture|
The construction project with its heavy machines would appear to threaten our small home, but honestly, I think it's going to succumb to either the next big wind, or careless dog, that comes along. But I can't focus on that. I think I'll go down to the water, and have a swim. Soon it will be time to move on.