How Lumberjacks Ruined My Life

I love Logan, 

I especially love Fall in Logan. 

I love how many trees there are here, and when they begin changing colors the whole city looks like a kaleidoscope of oranges and reds.

There is one particular spot where the trees are especially beautiful, this spot was my favorite place in Logan until two days ago.

Right behind my apartment, there is this adorable little canal. It's not very big, but it's beautiful and I love it.

All along the canal, on either side are these big beautiful trees, and they all lean in towards each other and make a tree-tunnel. When you're looking down the canal, and all the trees are reflecting in the water, and it's just nature and just beautiful; you feel like everything is ok with the world. 

Yes, bad things are happening other places, there are wars and starving lonely people; but right here- right in this spot.

Everything is peaceful 

and beautiful

and right.

For me it was kind of a magical place.

And then Monday, I woke up to an awful sound.

A horrid sawing, screeching sound.

I looked out the window

and found to my horror

that a group of lumberjack men were cutting down my trees.

Now,Monday was just not a good day for me. I had a really crappy cold, I was going through a lot of emotional turmoil, I was out of Dr. Pepper- and now they were cutting down my trees?

They were ruining my favorite spot!

I'm not going to lie, 

I cried.

Maybe it's just because I'm a weird hippie, 

but I get really attached to trees

and watching these ones get cut down, especially since I loved them so much- it broke my heart a little bit.

I walked past the canal when they were finished

and I was pretty devastated.

With the trees and the beautiful colors of their leaves gone, 

everything was just brown and dead looking.

The beautiful little canal was now sad and naked. 

Like a mountain after a forest fire, or those little starving African children. 

My favorite place in the whole city is now just a dingy little puddle, all the magic that was there before is lost.

I don't know why the trees had to go,

but I hope that the men cutting them down were at least a little sad while they did it. 

I hope they understood what they were ruining.

I hope they cared.

The End.