Red, yellow, orange, pink. The colors of fall look quite a bit different on this side of the world. I’m used to the vibrant pink and yellow leaves of maple trees, the bright orange cheery glow of pumpkins that are for sale at a nearby grocery store, the clever reddish/brown fall pattern on my ‘to go’ cup of my delicious spiced latte.
Fall looks different here.
Blue, gray, white, green, purple. I stare out at the blue ocean bay that only hopes to change color by reflecting off it’s surface the colors of the sun. I walk through the tall gray and white buildings that have been here for less than 30 years, but from the looks of it, they have not fared so well. The dark green silhouette from the pine trees on the mountains remain the same every day, never changing…although they appear slightly purple as the sun sets behind them.
Yes, fall looks different here but it feels very much the same.
The days are full of crisp air, blue skies, and sunshine. The days filled with children playing outside enjoying their last few days before the harsh winter wind sets in. The days are full of community gatherings, soup dinners, and coffee dates.
There’s no question about it:
I love fall, no matter what colors it comes in.