Castles made of sand
Is it wrong that I love destruction so much? I mean, we expend so much time and energy building and maintaining the ephemeral world of a season that one would think I’d wish to hold onto it. Instead though, I cherish the demolition. I’m like a vindictive child smashing in my own sand castle before the sea can consume it. I get to destroy, not the deer or rabbits or insects or weeds. Me! Me! Me!