Sidewalks are torn up; gigantic hardwood trees ripped up by their roots. The chainsaw buzzes throughout the day and the smell of leaves and branches is everywhere. Cars sit crushed beneath toppled trunks.
The smell of freshly sawn wood, all peachy and bare, rises from the streets. Dry and tingly, the sawdust mixes with the smell of donuts from Dunkin Donuts. I walk on, the smell turns to rotting maple leaves, to the dry cleaner’s hot, steamy odor. Here we are in the aftermath of the tornado.
Can we believe it? Do tornadoes really come to the Northeast? Well, it’s happened and it’s over. Not everyone has electricity yet.