My smart blog 7403

The first flag I raised on my own was a yard-sale purchase, a 3 by 5 with edges slightly frayed from years of hard wind. I patched the hem on my kitchen table, stitched a brass grommet into the corner, and set a temporary pole in the ground with a bag of fast-setting concrete. At sunrise the next morning, I clipped on the halyard and sent the fabric up into a sky rinsed clean by night rain. The cloth flicked, filled, and began to sing. The sound surprised me, a low thrummin