I had not expected the sign to come by way of a Port-a-Potty. But there it was. It's uninspired bright blue box marring the sightline of a former view of trees. For a visual person, the blue box and the adjacent orange construction fence is the equivalent of stabbing the knife in and turning it.
There was a wooded lot kitty corner to my second floor suite. I loved looking out over the trees... watching for their neon growth in the spring, listened to the birds in the branches in the summer, watched the leaves fall slowly off in the autumn, and watch the bare trunks sway in the winter wind.
The developers moved in the second week of January and mowed the whole forest down. The metal teeth of the excavator chomping into my thoughts until all I felt like doing was screaming.
I could barely look out over the aftermath. The ripped up soil, the trees lying on their sides; roots exposed for all to see. I looked out over the open wound of upheaved dirt and slashed wood and wondered: how am I going to put my life back together?
There was a wooded lot kitty corner to my second floor suite. I loved looking out over the trees... watching for their neon growth in the spring, listened to the birds in the branches in the summer, watched the leaves fall slowly off in the autumn, and watch the bare trunks sway in the winter wind.
The developers moved in the second week of January and mowed the whole forest down. The metal teeth of the excavator chomping into my thoughts until all I felt like doing was screaming.
I could barely look out over the aftermath. The ripped up soil, the trees lying on their sides; roots exposed for all to see. I looked out over the open wound of upheaved dirt and slashed wood and wondered: how am I going to put my life back together?
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