Below me, two men are wielding chainsaws with much enthusiasm. They feed branches and trunks into what looks like a giant shredder. It spews out chips and sawdust to the ground below.
I sigh; bye bye trees. They used to shelter the train platform from the wind and the views out across the town. They hid grey houses and vandalised buildings, but their tips touched on the bottom of the mountain views.
Pity... But progress is progress after all, and it's either hidden views OR delayed trains. The regular commuter (me) can't have it both ways.
I sigh; bye bye trees. They used to shelter the train platform from the wind and the views out across the town. They hid grey houses and vandalised buildings, but their tips touched on the bottom of the mountain views.
Pity... But progress is progress after all, and it's either hidden views OR delayed trains. The regular commuter (me) can't have it both ways.
