This block of densely compacted earth
with added straw, flint, and other locally sourced scraps
mixed by the rhythmic treading of hooves of horses
until a clay paste
placed into moulds
and left to dry
is a one of the mud bricks
also known as clay lump or cob
which makes up the structure of our house.
When it is dry
although fine granules may fall off of it
like the sands which count the passage of time
it is solid, strong, and hefty
but add water
and it soaks it up like a sponge
making it soft, pliable, and light
gradually breaking it back down into its constituent parts.
It is a thing of beauty
and to hold.
“The ultimate meaning to which all stories refer has two faces: the continuity of life, the inevitability of death.”
― Italo Calvino