Being November, the color is almost gone.
90% of the trees have succumbed to the inevitable~~the lack of sunlight and the wind~~and have let go of their beauty. They stand stark against the sky. Stark, brown and dreary.
This one tree however, has stubbornly refused to let go. This tree has spunk. It is tenacious. I like this tree. It is a rebel. It is bad to the
bone root. I bet it has a tattoo under its bark somewhere. I just know it.