Something weird has happened to the tree directly across the street, maybe a branch broke yesterday when it was windy. It looks like someone has parted its hair badly, or it slept on the side of its head.
The weather has cleared up, and it's time for claw-on-a-stick man to mow the median. He stops and takes the cell phone off of his belt, looks at it, looks somewhat exasperated, and returns to mowing.