Urban trees seem to belong to themselves in a way that they can't quite when they're hemmed in by buildings. On foggy mornings, the trappings of civilization recede.
I wish I'd gotten a picture of the tree I drove past that was glowing with all the orange-gold leaves on its fingertips like lanterns on the prow of a boat coming into harbor. It was glorious--and I was driving.
Pwetty! Wouldn't have thought our complex was capable of being so pwetty. Figures it would have to be visually obscured to manage it.
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