Day 69 Man versus Nature

From the office window I watch a building being slowly demolished, crunched piece by piece in the clumsy dinosaur jaws of a machine. It is amazing how fragile it looks, half eaten, with the momentous sky showing through.

I remember my little ash tree at home, still there despite the death threat having over it like the ominous power lines, and I imagine its roots rippling like muscles under the concrete.