Make no mistake: it's hard to top the beauty of summer trees. And even more difficult in my book, as you guys know, to top how beautiful trees in the fall are. But even without leaves, there is a certain appeal to these bare branches. They are almost somehow more interesting in this season. I was running along the river road yesterday, and there was a gorgeous contrast going on: dark trees, bright blue sky, and a brilliant sun. It didn't hurt that the temperature was nearly 40 degrees - and that by the end of the day, dreary clouds would roll in and the skies would open up with cold rain.
A happy run.