Sharpie

A month or so ago, on the eve of my departure for Napa Valley, a huge storm blew through town. It knocked off the electricity for almost the entire night, blew our moped over, tore windows open, and flooded the streets. The next morning, it looked like a Golem had come smashing through the neighborhood. Limbs were down. Trashcans were out in the street. Patio furniture was upended. But most curious: this green marker was found hanging - as you can see - from a tree outside our kitchen window. It's been there ever since, suspended from a tiny branch about twelve feet from the ground.