Have been observing dead trees for past couple of weeks. Something beautiful in their plainness. The branches give an impression of intricate patterns in our lungs. Street lamps in the background make the trees with hundreds of branches look like barbed wires. Unlike summer and Fall, the moon doesn’t get to hide behind them and instead produces a spectacular sight especially if its passing a branch that happens to have a squirrel standing on it. Cloudy or clear, the color of the morning sky in their background allows me to appreciate different shades of blue even more. They seem depressed but that’s just our cultural stereotypes associated with them. Look at them with a fresh set of eyes. Look at them long enough. If they still bore you, get a new of set of eyes.
They are coming back to life now and as much as I welcome the change in weather, I will certainly miss watching them naked.