This afternoon I had to cover the aftermath of a house fire that happened this morning. Fortunately the elderly couple had gotten out of the house safely.
It was hard because when I got there the workmen were boarding up the windows and covering the roof with a tarp.
The last time I watched someone board up a dwelling was three months ago, when my mother's house was damaged by a fire, and she was miraculously rescued in the nick of time.
She is living somewhere else, a lovely place, but her house of 52 years is just sitting there, with a pile of ashes from I don't know what still sitting in the front yard.
There are a lot of trees, so the mess is not that visible to passersby. You really have to stop and look closely to see the mess.
But it's definitely a mess. With a capital M.