Have you ever watched a treefall? And I don’t mean a young popular tree chopped down by a lumberhacker. I mean a tree that’s weathered the seasons so many years it’s rotting from the inside out. The wind howls like a tortured soul, while the rain poors from purple clouds in a yellow sundown sky. You hear a great creak– “I don’t want to die”– and in the distance, that old oak, the one you used to loveso, breaks. In three sections it falls, back in time to where it began; in the dirt.