The morning sky has been talking to me. The sun is showing up earlier each morning. I wait for the sun to come after being awake for hours. The winter light has been brighter than usual it seems. A full moon has passed, yet the brightness of the sliver sets a glow to light up the entire back property. Shadows dance around Swedish luminaries and old barn that needs tending and piles of white pine dotting the property. You see, an old white pine tree needed to be felled this past month. She was hit by lightning a few years back now. A child has climbed in her arms. A wasp nest that was just gigantic, hung on from a branch for a bunch of years. A music festival sound system was sheltered in the nest of trunk and shade. After the lightning hit during a big wind storm and caused a fire, Tree still stood. She was visibly weaker now in spots. A few branches had to be pruned off. So much shade had overcome the back of the hill that the snow melt could last into May some years...from all the wild branches. We were in a hurry to get it down the first week of the year...me thinking that it was as good a time as any. One man took the tree down all by himself. It was so fast. It was so massive, so huge. When she tumbled, my heart sank and I cried. I didn't quite expect that. It was as if 30 years of our living with her and probably 15 years before that of her own standing...it just shocked me. Trees are like good and steady friends. I didn't realize how much I would miss her and all of that beautiful green splaying out across the yard. The barn was always framed by those green, white pine smelling essence needles. You see, the idea is that a new barn is needing to go up very soon over there in that spot. It just doesn't seem right that the tree is gone. Walking past that spot will never be the same. I think, even if it was necessary...the tree was going to land on the barn at some future day...that maybe it just isn't right that we can so easily take a tree down and life goes on living. I can see the sun come up early now and the moon isn't hidden in a tangle now. It hurts to say goodbye to such a tree that stood as a beautiful companion in the light and dark all these years. Goodbye dear old Tree. I love you.