Wednesday, March 18th, 2003.

8:15 am

It's still snowing-well over a foot now. We'll be buried if it doesn't stop soon.

I heard a tree scream this morning. It was right outside my window. It wasn't a human sounding scream. No, it was louder. Much louder. A thunder crack of pain, then splintering agony. And a final crunchy whump. Like nothing I've ever heard.

I went outside. It was the big evergreen in the front yard...the whole top of the tree, about fifteen feet, broke off and fell to the ground. I just stood there, staring at that once beautiful tree, now so different, wondering if it would die from the cleave. Wondering if, in some strange way, it could feel what had happened. Wondering if the others knew. Wondering if the trees could talk.

I closed my eyes to listen to their words.

If you look around, you might notice that trees do talk.