The forest was calm with the smell of early morning dew in the air. The ambient sounds of nature were all around, birds whistling in the distance, the wind swaying the trees ever so slightly.
A woman appeared in the distance. She was wielding some sort of object in her right hand. As the object glistened in the sun I tried to distinguish what it was. It appeared to be an axe. This would normally look like an ordinary occurrence in the woods, but what made this one so different was what she was wearing.
The woman was wearing a pink dress that intensified in the sun. It made it seem as if she was surrounded by her aurora.
She had driven up in a small black town car and walked some distance before stopping in front of an aging tree. After a minute of examining the tree she raised her axe and swung. That was the end of my friend Ricardo the tree.