We have lived for four months under a liquid sky. Water surrounds us, everything is damp. Clouds blow in through our windows every day. Paper curls at the edges. Here is a very ordinary scene. A funnel spider has covered a bush with the landscape of its web, trapping the rain, letting it drip slowly into the bush. A balsam plant tried to push its way up through the constantly repaired web, and lost its flowers to the spider’s trap.