this fucking season got me rambling
Autumn is not yellow here. It's orange and...red. Oh such a red -a hue I honestly hadn't known- perhaps we can use 'gamut' to descrşbe not just the limits of color reproduction, but also the hues of one's life, as it expands and shrinks as we experience new things, fall in and out of routines, decide to move our attention to make out all the little varieties in the vibrancy and nature and life.
Or not. I don't know, but this red is beautiful and I can't wait for trees to paint the city in this amazing hue.
Am I sad because it's nigh impossible for me to capture this and send it to loved ones? Yes. But, at least I'm here to experience it. And tell about it.










