Cutting Down a Tree

My neighbors decided to cut down the tree on their backyard——it had become a hazard. It was a beautiful, tall, old pine tree. I could hear the sawing machines outside while I was working when Lola came running into my studio, “papá, papá, come and see.” “What?” “Ven, ven,” she said as she grabbed my hand and took my flying to the door: they had just cut the top half of the tree and the crane had lifted and put it down in the middle of the street. A number of people cut the branches, while others fed the branches into the chipper, and turned the tree, or at least part of it, into mulch. I did not see what happened with the logs. Lola and I were outside for few minutes while we witnessed this event. All of it while in North Carolina, Clinton was losing and Obama was winning the election and becoming (I believe) the next presidential candidate for the Democratic party. A tree went down in Macondo, NY, and a great candidate is moving closer to the nomination: life never goes on the same.