It's hard to describe the feeling of seeing so many downed trees. Especially big ones. It's frightening to recognize that something so large can be so vunerable. It's humbling in a something-can-unexpectedly-knock-you flat-on-your-ass sort of way. After our neighbor used the word "heartsick" to describe how she was feeling, I asked Erik why it was so sad. We talked about the studies that show that if you can see trees out your window it lowers your blood preesure. We talked about how humans have relied on trees for safety for thousands of years and that sort of evolutionary programming doesn't just go away. As Erik said, "Us monkeys like trees"