The winds came and went over the last 24 hours. 60-65 miles per hour. The news this evening was filled with stories of at risk buildings toppling, roofs being peeled away like the top if a sardine can, semis being blown over. When I arrived home, our garbage can had been blown over, trash scattered across the lawn and into the street.
And then I looked across the street. The beautiful, majestic pine trees in our neighbor’s front yard were being removed, having been blown over from the winds. This makes me sad. I have admired them since we moved into our home twenty years ago, thinking how much character they added to the landscape of that particular yard. And now they are gone.
For now, the corner of the lot looks barren, a scar left in the grass where the trees grew. Soon, the spot will become less noticeable until one day, it will be forgotten that the trees ever existed.
The reality of life itself.