rivulets wind through the sand.
we dig deeper, create more channels.
the water melts the sand and creates a smooth lining for each meandering brook.
our small hands plunge into the dirty sand and wildly attempt to keep up with the cold water.
we build structures with that which was once an obstruction to a now-flowing branch.
the sand piles get higher and more intricate as we drizzle the wet mud to make spires and columns.
We begin smoothing the sand around the structures to create driveways and roads.
Leaves are picked and placed just so to represent landscaping.
As we work, the walls of our channels weaken from the constant flow of water and we need to pause in our city expansion to rebuild.
Basins and bays are created at the sides of the sandbox as the constant flow of water washes over the sand and floods against the wooden edge.
Twigs and leaves are sloshed along the rapids.
Slowly our massive structures give way to the lap of the water eating at their bases.
Our trucks and boats begin to wash over the sides of our play area.
We can’t contain the mess, so we begin to shove our masterpieces into gullies and smack the mud into the water.
The slapping of the mud spatters us with the carnage of our civilization and we laugh.
Our motives are finally questioned when a shout comes from the house to quit wasting water and clean-up.
We toss the hose from the sandbox and, leaving our swamp behind, rush to turn off that which birthed and destroyed an entire village in one afternoon.
This post was written in response to the picture below.