The skies are blue this morning, Hurricane Arthur having just grazed us yesterday afternoon and evening. On this July 4th holiday, the sky is not the deep sharp blue of the American flag, but a light Carolina blue - a gentler, less bold blue. I like this color.
And I like the Carolina blue side of America, if you know what I mean. I like the kinder, gentler face of our country and culture. I like it when we are the helper and not the aggressor, the hugger and not the shover, the dreamer and not the "no"-sayer.
It doesn't mean I'm not proud of my country, and it doesn't mean I don't like the color of our flag. It just means I think America is strongest, at its best, when we're not pushy...when we're not too bold.
Now that I've said my piece, I think I will go change in to my red, white, and blue and enjoy the rest of my day, thankful that the storm didn't cause too much damange, and eterally grateful that I'm free to think and speak my thoughts.