a silent rebel yell

There’s a tree in the Marble Works complex whose foliage has turned, the deep red leaves starting to curl at the edges. Except for a single limb whose leaves are still thick and waxy, a cluster of proud green medallions. It refuses to budge. Admirable resistance despite overwhelming odds. Year after year, same old bullshit. I’m out, godammit. Such rebellions often end badly these days, and fewer seem to take place. But I will come back tomorrow. And the next day. Cheer that motherfucker on.