The rains have been immense this past week, but not non-stop. During a lull I noticed this persimmon and others like it, knocked off their boughs by the force of wind and water. It’s always a wonder to me how many persimmon and mikan trees there are in the city, and how hardly anyone eats their fruit. They are left to ripen for the crows. Still, though no one would probably have touched it anyway, there’s a certain sadness in seeing this thing on the ground so early, still green and before the fall.