The post-storm misty dark haze I found myself in was wonderful. The sky was a kind of a light brown / dark gray color, impossible to describe, an overcast night without stars or moon but with its own peculiar glow. It couldn't quite decide if it was going to stop raining or not.
Most of the trees have lost their leaves by now, so their wetly dark branches were starkly silhouetted against the sky. I love the fantastically fractal nature of trees; they never cease to intrigue me. Each of them is completely unique, even while being functionally built from the same pieces. Kind of like people.
There was this one tree, it had the misfortune to be growing underneath an electric wire. So somebody had trimmed it away from the wire, but it looked as though it had basically split itself in half, bent one half over to duck underneath the wire, and both sides had kept right one growing. I love the way a tree reaches for the sun, even if it has to go around obstacles along the way.