Two paths, and you probably know the rest. But un-sorry, we took a photo at the point of divergence, and did not find the light puzzling at all:
Empty green benches aligned in columns below the concrete concert stage in the small caldera, and three stone wall benches, none very comfortable for very long, and a basketball court over the hill in the distance:
Running in the caldera on the green-yellow grass below the east wall:
Tennis courts with puddles fresh from a winter rain, shadows of trees against a grey sky, leaning nets, no oaths:
Bent trees reaching for light over stage right above the benches:
“To meet as far this morning
From the world as agreeing
With it, you and I
Are suddenly what the trees try…”John Ashbery, from “Some Trees,” 1956.
The Coming of the Toads 