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brigdhThe trees are changing color here. It seems ridiculously late to me, to have all these ochre-bright colors a week before Thanksgiving, but perhaps it's just a result of the country-wide lack of winter temperatures we seem to be having, and I'll certainly never complain about that.
I love how the fall leaves, in their parks and gardens, look against the browns and grays of most of the buildings. They seem all the more vivid for it, yellows and oranges and reds like streaks of paint. There's a row of trees a block away from here, and each one is plum-purple on the top, fire-orange in the middle, and banana-yellow underneath. I was going to take a photo of it, but I'm certain I'd never convince anyone that it wasn't just a trick of the light; I have no idea what kind of trees they are, but I never knew they existed, that trees could have such colors in such distinct stripes.
I like the fallen leaves, too, and the crunchy noises they make when you walk through them. I was doing that thing this morning where you're so tired you dream of being tired (and this is why you shouldn't go to bed at 4am, my dears, though I seriously hadn't meant to stay up that long), except it was more like being half-awake and daydreaming of sleeping, and I had turned so I could look up out of the window. Lying on the bed at that angle meant the only thing I could see was gray sky and the black branches of a tree, shaking in the wind, and leaves falling straight down at me in spirals, so I nearly expected them to hit the window.
I like the rain, too. Of course, I hate the rain, because every time it rains my umbrella blows inside out five times and I get soaked, but it's gorgeous, especially at night. I've never known rain to be so lovely. Clouds hang low enough that the top of the Empire State building usually disappears, and a few other tall buildings leave only their lights, smeared to a streak inside the clouds. When the rain catches in the glow from a streetlight, it doesn't look like it's falling, but like there's a texture to the air, something endlessly shifting and changing but motionless; it seems like if I could reach it, I could touch it, like it would feel like fur or silk.
Ah. I must be feeling better; I haven't subjected you all to one of these purple prose posts in months.
I love how the fall leaves, in their parks and gardens, look against the browns and grays of most of the buildings. They seem all the more vivid for it, yellows and oranges and reds like streaks of paint. There's a row of trees a block away from here, and each one is plum-purple on the top, fire-orange in the middle, and banana-yellow underneath. I was going to take a photo of it, but I'm certain I'd never convince anyone that it wasn't just a trick of the light; I have no idea what kind of trees they are, but I never knew they existed, that trees could have such colors in such distinct stripes.
I like the fallen leaves, too, and the crunchy noises they make when you walk through them. I was doing that thing this morning where you're so tired you dream of being tired (and this is why you shouldn't go to bed at 4am, my dears, though I seriously hadn't meant to stay up that long), except it was more like being half-awake and daydreaming of sleeping, and I had turned so I could look up out of the window. Lying on the bed at that angle meant the only thing I could see was gray sky and the black branches of a tree, shaking in the wind, and leaves falling straight down at me in spirals, so I nearly expected them to hit the window.
I like the rain, too. Of course, I hate the rain, because every time it rains my umbrella blows inside out five times and I get soaked, but it's gorgeous, especially at night. I've never known rain to be so lovely. Clouds hang low enough that the top of the Empire State building usually disappears, and a few other tall buildings leave only their lights, smeared to a streak inside the clouds. When the rain catches in the glow from a streetlight, it doesn't look like it's falling, but like there's a texture to the air, something endlessly shifting and changing but motionless; it seems like if I could reach it, I could touch it, like it would feel like fur or silk.
Ah. I must be feeling better; I haven't subjected you all to one of these purple prose posts in months.
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Date: 2006-11-17 12:17 am (UTC)It made me feel sad, too, because of how the seasons seem to have lost their sense of self here in Finland. It was too warm for too long, and the period during which the trees are alight with colour was left too short when a sudden but short winter hit us with a few days of heavy snowfall.
It was bizarre: white snow everywhere but underneath it the trees still had their yellow and in many cases, green leaves. On one day outside my apartment there were red berries in one tree, yellow leaves in the next one, green leaves in the next and snow on the ground. It looked like the world had gone crazy. This night, when I came home from a friend, there was this short bit of road where the trees on the left side had no leaves anymore and looked really bleak and November-ish, but the right hand side trees still had all their green leaves that were gently swaying in the wind with a summery rustling sound. It was creepy.
Now the snow has been gone for a couple of days already and everything is black, or during the few hours of the day when the sun is up, grey. So it's kind of good to know at least someone somewhere can enjoy the bright colours of the fall ^^
Don't mind me, by the way. Just some random lurker who happened to pass you by and decided to add you as a friend on a whim ^^
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Date: 2006-11-18 01:07 am (UTC)Oh, that's a lovely description. Though I have to sympathize with you; I'm not at all ready for snow and winter yet.
No worries! I always love meeting new people.