random thoughts – Day 1,786 – (Wednesday) – twisted and thrashing

There was some wind this morning and earlier this week and for many of the weeks previous. Cleansing winds of change? Dark winds of destruction? Depends on who you ask.

Twisted and thrashing.

The flag at the old Lowell Five Cent Savings Bank building across the street from the garage was suffering the effects of the wind. Instead of being anchored at the top and bottom corners and displaying its stars and stripes against the blue sky, Old Glory was twisted and thrashing in the wind, fighting with itself, and desperately hanging on. 

The symbol of American democracy seemed to be performing a one-flag enactment of recent national sentiments.

Back at the garage after work, the flagpole stood empty. Either someone rescued the damaged flag from the wind and cold atop the former flagship location of the bank (doubtful, but possible), or it was gone with the wind (more likely).