Aftermath

Yesterday's hungry storm chewed on this tree and left the litter of mangled bark behind like a bad mannered little brat. This sorry sight, however, was quite awe inspiring in its power to convey the enormous strength that the air around us can unleash...

Still, the sun rose a cold metal golden, and the kingfisher, usually so elusive, flew its cold metal blue wings to a low hanging branch right next to us on the path to work this morning. And my heart too had a furtive flutter...