THE SKY WOULD BE like a blank sheet of paper were it not for birds, sun and clouds to fill the empty spaces. That is why I was delighted to see a small cloud suspended in air over the bay at Crescent Beach yesterday. This bit of fluff seemed oddly motionless. In the morning calm it was hard to believe that the wind the night before had been strong enough to break tree branches as well as blow a couple of loose cedar shakes off our roof. Some things are replaceable but others not.
When a storm is minor it is easy to have a song in your heart. But should irreplaceable treasures be blown away or lost, here is a note of inspiration from Rose Kennedy who had inconsolable losses yet was able to say: "Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever remains to them?"