I was walking my dog yesterday. It was very windy, exceptionally windy. Wickedly windy. As I walked onto, into my driveway and approached my car, the walkway, those familiar surroundings that indicate you have returned home, I heard a cracking sound. It wasn’t familiar; it was the cracking of some kind of death. The cracking was getting louder and louder and ominous and, well, just scary. As I heard what seemed to be too loud of a crack, a splitting, a separation of life from limb, I looked up in the direction of that earthly and otherworldly noise. I heard the last bit of cracking, as it got even louder, and saw a giant tree trunk separating from its body, the main trunk, its “supporter” and partner and well, it’s rock – or wood in this case. And it started falling, gracefully, quietly, after all that cracking, it was so quiet. But it was falling toward my dog and me. I wasn’t sure what I was seeing was really happening. But ...