Yesterday when everyone was
relaying their hurricane stories,
I so wanted to tell them the
special parts, how Jim and I
would sit on the lanai all
evening, without the TV
distraction, and listen to
music and talk and watch the
sunset colors on the eastern
clouds and suddenly realize
Jupiter is rising bright and the
stars are appearing. The woodpecker
on the Sabal Palm that had stood
up to the wind, brave and
unrelenting in its will to
hang on. The herons. The
turtles. Our connection to it all.
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The Sabal Palm that stood up to Ian |
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