I find it sad and strange that in a city so bright and magical, a humble, nearly-ugly leaf such as this has become my first sign of the coming cold. I'm used to flaming foliage, and Autumn fruits of a similar palette; both served in large portions. So it felt off to find myself excited at the sight of the few that had fallen. Satisfied with even this dreary example; knowing heavy sweatshirts and low-brimmed caps are closer than they've been in months.
I come from the land of perpetual brown, where little changes colour except from light brown to fried and then just dead in the winter (southern cal). A leaf like this, which has a myriad of colours, a microscopic kingdom of hues, is gorgeous.
The trees here are turning. I've already pilfered threes of my hunny's warmest scarves, and pull on a pair of my legwarmers under my jeans when I go outside.
Andy,
I come from the land of perpetual brown, where little changes colour except from light brown to fried and then just dead in the winter (southern cal). A leaf like this, which has a myriad of colours, a microscopic kingdom of hues, is gorgeous.
The trees here are turning. I've already pilfered threes of my hunny's warmest scarves, and pull on a pair of my legwarmers under my jeans when I go outside.
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