This is a bit late,
but thought ya'll deserved to know: they cut the godamn trees!
The trees that would never let you forget what season it is.
I told my older sister during the car ride home from my religion exam and it had never occurred to her. She kept looking back at the tree-less centre of the road.
"Does it make you sad?" I asked. She nodded.
I know those trees were planted by humans and so they really weren't completely nature bound, but godamnit!- maybe if you just leave tree seeds alone for two goddamn seconds and let them grow wherever they please!
I don't know why i'm upset over this.
But it kills when routine is lost.
Taken away without consent, without any expression of thought, without freaking consideration.
I'm half hoping new trees will be planted, because as an optimist that was my first assumption: hey they are going to plant prettier trees.
But honestly, who exactly are they? (I mean maybe i could turn all badass and become a guirella gardner)
Then i realised how the tree branches would fall on the road after a storm, and maybe that's the reason. Practicality over aesthetics.
I wonder if anyone else has noticed, maybe they have, because those trees formed the entrance to town. Just like gateways, people always pay attention to them and their sizes and they are always almost nearly described as wrought iron or imposing.

But mine would read like this.

Gates. Boundaries. Edges. A journey in itself is limitless, but like breaking into the second shell of an atom or god forbid the one most closely bound to the nucleus we must first break through the boundaries that have kept us from journeying, from taking the simple steps towards liberation. Some of us have keys to our gates, others sheer animal- all it takes is a shove, a jump, and then some of us don't have gates to jump at all, because some of us have gates that were never barriers, but were one's that open at will, or were gates that could be stepped over