Bittersweet Red-Ripe Autumn

(More pics while going through my writer's block)


A view from my window. When writer's block attacks and I'm staring at a blank computer screen, this is where my eyes tend to wander.


From inside looking out: Isn't it gorgeous?


Sometimes, I observe casual passers-by from my window. Here's a beautiful mellow couple, enjoying the cool autumn breeze.


One lovely sunshiny day in fall.


As fall arrives, the leaves mellow into hues of red and yellow.

I used to hate fall because it meant the end of summer, my favourite season. But as I get older, I find myself liking the fall season more and more. Regardless of the colder breeze, fall does carry with it some warm memories. Like memories of going back to school, of being a young and carefree gal again. Those bus trips to snow-capped Burnaby Mountain to attend my classes, the warm comforts of a woolen toque and jacket, eating lousy overpriced paninis for lunch, end-of-the-day supper and chat with boyfriends and girlfriends, my first forays into the darker sides of life, stepping on crunchy leaves while walking the damp streets of downtown Vancouver, staring at the gray sky with eyes ablaze with ambition and dreams, drugging myself with “caffeine plus,” writing and writing those damned term papers at night, episodic tantrums and nervous wreckage, laughing and crying and laughing again....

And now here I am, with a "those were the days" shrug and a happy smile on my face… and yet, I reminisce those younger years with a tinge of sadness. Man, I’m getting old(er).

Photos © 2006, mfdr

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