There's this path, this little pavement walkway I walk nearly every day. It has this line of trees on one side, the branches overhanging nicely.. They've always done so, and I was relishing the thought of the leaves appearing and forming a lovely, delicately green canopy above. Today, as I was walking home, I was met by the sight of a truck a filled with a jumble of gray sticks and several men with chain-saws, brutally grinding away at those lovely branches. I mean, really? Just in time for spring. Those bastards. I nearly got a bit tearful at the moment, and walked the rest of the way home cursing them under my breath.
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