Moonstrike

Up to London very early again, and back late.

When I got home, it had started to get foggy. Not can't-see-across-the street foggy, but enough that the sky was picking up a warm glow from the street lights, and that was blending into the diffuse moonlight above the rooftops.

The jagged shape of this branch made me think of a lightning bolt lancing down. (Sometimes when I'm tired I find my imagination runs a bit wild!)