Bienvenido

I didn't understand why the water never flooded our neighborhood. I could see it from the road and it looked higher than where we were standing. It was ready to unleash itself with the slightest bit of encouragement from the wind. Turning I saw Ms. Holmes sweeping her porch. I figured she was battling some dark thoughts to take to on such a dull activity so religiously. I used to picture it, Ms. Holmes standing at her window sweeping the floor two houses down when a wall of water infinitely high and wide jetted through the street. I imagined how big her eyes would be the moment before she got swept away.

Photo credit: Jovanna Tosello