It reminds me of the morning after the storm…

After the chaos had taken over the skies and calmed to an unusual beauty.

The storm occurs when you least expect it, and when it does you can’t wait for it to end.

You imagine it’s something natural, something that’s meant to happen, at least for a time.

But you can’t help but see the damage it leaves in its wake.

You can only hope when the skies clear it will be a beautiful day.

And the beauty will rise from the flowers that bud, the effort it takes to rebuild what’s lost.

Perhaps wait for another day when the storm comes again.

Photo: Paul Itkin