broken off from  trunk and root,   disposessed of  leaves and life.   at ten thousand feet,  i found altitude sickness   and now i know  what that feels like.  i can't imagine how  the broken branch would feel or  even if it can.   predominantly  sepia tone,  it seems bleak, a landscape  of the echoes of destruction.    as you walk through the wreckage,  even when  it is very quiet,  those silent echoes seem very loud.