Early spring, the war is over. Through the morning mist that has settled in the glen somewhere there must be sun. Three young rebels each wrestle with their own unclear worlds. Hat in hand, the one boy surrenders; yet he harbors a quiet anger. The lone star lad whittles and waits, perhaps in denial or acceptance. The young man in the center knows: his glassy eyes gaze into an unknown future. He knows that nature, as well as nature as a whole, must move forward. Though all three boys seem momentarily oblivious, consider the union eagle that flies forward, swooping down on their hopelessly tattered confederate flag, only to gather its “remnants” to help build her nest, the nest of a new nation, unsettled, uncertain, but yet like the natural boulders that surround the boys, rock solid in its survival of far worse times.