after the flood
April 24, 2013
Tortellinis bubble
as I look out the window. A blackbird
lands, feathers shining.
Quiet
has returned. The blast
of nine blowers silenced, our walls
deemed dry.
Spirits lift
with jubilant skies, and the grass
greens lush in the yard.
through the jelly jar 
‘nine blowers silenced’…the silence must have been deafening…oh my…best to you…
It was palpable – ahhhhh! Thanks for your wishes – many others are in dire straights – not so easily fixed.
I can feel the relief!
Yes! Now for the repairs…
Drat. You didn’t get off scot free, did you? What a pain. But as you said, it could always be worse – sometimes it helps a bit to remember the bigger picture. (Sometimes it doesn’t!)
A book I read once about dealing with anxiety said at one point, “Little man, why so hot?” That simple quote has stuck with me through so many years! I work at keeping a long view.
Wise view!