something about trees.
in autumn. in fall. when they begin to die, perhaps their personalities at the very least. because the root still remains and survives through winter of course. most of them.
but the leaves. the gorgeous colors that give fall it’s orange and brown palettes of design. they are gorgeous. riding by hundreds of them in the summer not giving any of them a passing thought because they’re trees. they are just trees. but in the fall, they glow. they stand out, the quicker ones. well, the middle ones. it’s hard to describe.
the quicker ones are dull and red by now, beginning their dramatic end earlier in the season. but the ones who began just a few weeks ago, are stunning. they are the ones that catch your eye as you speed by, looking through the window. these bright orange and yellow, perhaps blinding and vibrant reds that just, stop you. and the bus keeps moving.
my mom told me about this one tree or two on our street, how it was fading away. this deep forest green to a fantastical magenta that you rarely see. but there were two of them. all the more different. all the more dramatic.
there was a tree this morning on my bus ride that was still a strong and late green, but with a smaller red one peeking out of it. it seemed almost like an infection of sorts. or a message rather, dragging the older one to the party. to the drama of fall. the excellence and fame of autumn and it’s over the top title.
autumn is a dramatic season. the fall of great personalities that were invisible just months before. the dramatic autumn evenings and biting mornings, and the trees who pass their farewell for the season. i hope to see you next year.