Junkyard 4 week one

An oak tree, not quite full grown but not still a sapling, toppled over the night before, landing on an elderly woman's house. Across the street, a man with a tool shed in his front lawn plucks through a series of broken lawn chairs and umbrellas, not quite sure what he's looking for. Three men climb on the roof with the tree, lugging a couple of chain saws and down the street, a man with a glowing orange and yellow vest blocks the street, piles branches along the curbs for the garbage men. Someone sits on a log, opens a bottle of water and looks around, rubs the back of a work glove on their cheek, nods at another. The man across the street carries a welcome mat across his lawn, squints in the sun and waves to no one in particular.