On The Verge of Tears

The storm that tore through our neighborhood a month ago left more than enough damage.  Trees that had been hearty for longer than I’ve been alive were broken like twigs and stayed, half crooked, not yet wanting to fall down, and barely holding onto life.

Time had come to put the whole thing to rest.  They were lifted over my house, while neighbors watched, or yelled, or threatened to sue me.  Chopped up and gone, the time has come to clean up and rebuild.

Things in life won’t last forever.  Even the most amazing things…die.  In their place, we will plant a willow tree.  In ten years, if we’re here or not, we’ll visit it to see if it’s replaced the shade those trees once lent us, and provides a trunk to strap a hammock onto.

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