Damp evening

A day of work followed by a wee bit of running around. Not unpleasant. Nor particularly inspiring. Looking forward to more hours of daylight in the day. Looking forward to tomorrow. For today, here are the bare branches of one of the birch trees in my front garden, grown by me from seed on my kitchen windowsill to the chagrin of my wife, dripping with the day's rain in the night's dark and the streetlamp's orange sodium glow.