You always read about people coming together in times of crisis, and they do. Hearts get bigger and more open. Things ignored and taken for granted rise to the top of the list. Beauty continues and in every sense is even more important. In the midst of trees falling with a sound like gunshots, there's that red berry encased in ice that makes you pause and notice it. People create order out of their mayhem. In the sadness of losing those big tree limbs, there's a tiny bit of comfort to making them small and manageable. Fallen trees line the streets, cut and stacked so neatly.
And today the sun shines.
3 comments:
Beautiful. You should add your picture of the berries in ice.
That's odd. The picture of the berries in ice show up on my computer but not on my laptop. Hmmmm.
I'm hoping I fixed the problem with the photo (I made it smaller) because I love that picture -- it slows me down every time I look at it.
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