Oh, it was a beautiful day. Ok, not in terms of weather; we had yet another rainstorm that meant cold and wet riding. But it was beautiful in that way a day is beautiful when you have nothing pressing to do except breathe it in. I rode down to meet a friend for brunch, and then I rode back Uptown for a haircut. I stopped to snap this picture on Octavia and Chestnut. I just love this tree. Oak trees in New Orleans just aren’t like other trees. They are outrageous. I mean, they’re enormous, and old, and tall, and spread out, and they support so much other life. It used to be I had no particular feelings about oak trees–they’re just trees. I didn’t realize all the things an oak tree suggests, with its moss and and its mardi gras beads and its excessive shadows and thick arms. Oak trees are a sign of the city, and I love them. I don’t always love the rain, but today I managed to ride my bike around the storms, staying dry also by virtue of my fancy new Christmas raincoat (thanks, pops!). Yep a beautiful day on the bike with plenty of reminders that it ain’t no sin to be glad you’re alive. Oh, and yes. That’s a toilet. Just sitting on the sidewalk.