Since the sun has been out the past couple of days, I decided to drive around to survey the damage. Everywhere I went, there were roadblocks. Although I could see lots of damage, mud everywhere, sidewalks torn up, trees and debris along fence lines, I couldn’t get close enough to get any good pictures. I turned down a street fairly close to the receding river and saw huge piles of ruined office furniture stacked up on the curb waiting for dump trucks to come scoop them up. Sobering sights. Sobering thoughts.
And then I saw her. Just across the street. A fork lift carrying a statue of a dancing woman into a warehouse.
At first I thought they were rescuing her. But when I wheeled into the parking lot, I saw it was a foundry. She had just been cast and the artist was following the forklift into the building.
More than anything I saw, it is her I will never forget. Life goes on. The sun has come out along with people everywhere working hard to recover some order.
And statues dance in the midst of chaos.