A felled tree alters the landscape in such an instant manner, even when it’s deep in the forest. I am pretty certain this tree was standing when I walked by it in the gloom this morning. I feel like I’d have noticed it if it wasn’t.
When I walked past it on the way home I glanced at it and continued on for a few feet, before stopping and turning back to it.
It feels like a metaphor for the heaviness I am feeling right now. The loss of something that took time and determination to build, and now is being cut short of its expected timeline by human decisions.
The tree needed to come down; it poses a risk because of a looper moth infestation a few years back, which killed thousands of trees in the region.
But the human cuts are less understandable.
