The great oak hit the earth with a trembling thud. These trees are powerful when they stand for years in the weather and they are powerful to the last when they fall. We didn’t crush anyone or anything and the tree is safely on the ground. The rest of the job is virtually stress free. We just need to cut it up, load it, and take it to the landfill. Time to sweat, it is hot out today.
My hands, my legs, my whole body is sore. I’ve been sweating all day an I’m covered in dirt. I didn’t get sick from the heat and that is alright. Do I eat before or after I take a shower? It matters. I hop in the shower. A cool shower. After a day like today it is a luxury to be clean.
I guess for dinner I’ll get something good, fast, and cheap. Tacos, as usual. On most nights there is a taco truck serving at the gas station. They always hit their mark. It is there tonight. The side of the truck reads, “El Taco Potosino.” Yellow truck, red letters. On the passenger side there is a hand painted mural of a cathedral with some cactus and a river. It is a beautiful truck and their food is delicious.
The night air is cool as I sat alone on a bench a little bit away from the truck, light, and station. The sky is changing shades of pink and orange, dusk. People fill up their gas tanks and the truck is playing softly Mariachi songs over cheap speakers. This isn’t that bad of a life.