Flags and hurricanes

Today hurricane Mathew tore through the south east coast of the United States. It brought destruction. Over the next few days, we will learn how much damage was done.

I was on the very edge of the storm, watching a flag pole. The wind grew in intensity and the flag whipped back and forth at a feverish pace. Eventually, the pole fell, casting the American flag onto the swampy grass. It floated there, almost glad for the rest. Storms are exhausting, you know. Sometimes it feels better to lay on the field of battle than to stand. That is okay. I took the flag inside to rest for a while. But tomorrow, it will rise again, to fight anew.