Going Off on Mother Nature: An Idiot Male’s Guide to Cathartic Expression

I hate you, grass. Why can’t you be pavement? (Image — Brett Jordan; Unsplash)

Yesterday, on a walk with my friend in the Pocono woods, we came upon a dead, rotted tree that was, somehow, still standing. Leaning, yes, but standing.

“Let’s put it down,” I said to him. Together, on 1, 2, 3, we shouldered it and down it came, snapping at the base. He picked it up and threw it into a rushing stream to our right. I had…