Across the street and when it’s daytime, they’ve digging for something. Big machines and all, so probably neither a search for a treasure of gold dubloons or an archaeological dig out. This means it’s boring so I don’t care. Except that now in the evening I saw the pile of dirt next to a tree as a dusk fog crept around. It was beautiful but the rain stopped me from going out and take a photo — sore throat and all that crap. I hope it’s the same tomorrow, then I’ll go out and get you some proof of how beautiful something like that can be.