After the Storm

I knew it was windy yesterday.

I knew a storm had moved through the night before.

But I did not know until today what damage had been done at the church.

There was a plastic chair completely submerged in the water, butted up against a tree.

The old dead tree the pileated woodpecker frequented cracked and fell across the path in the woods.

Another small tree fell over the water near the bridge.

And yet life went on today.  The rabbits, the birds, all out and about.

That's what we do after the storm.

We live.