Yellow Leaves

Yellow leaves in the fall are definitely my favorite. That doesn't really make any sense because I hate the color yellow. It makes me feel tense and rushed most of the time, and I never liked that our house was mostly yellow. But this week, when I was at home, I noticed yellow leaves a lot more than ever. I don't know why they struck me. They were so nice to look at, though.

I remember there was a tree on the main green here, a couple weeks ago, the week that we sat outside and a man got attacked by a squirrel, that had leaves that were turning a very bright yellow and I thought that tree looked incredible, too.

I think I first noticed the yellow leaves at home, though, on the way home from school on Wednesday. I was driving Gina [and myself] back home on Smithbridge Road, and just after we passed the middle school, we saw a line of trees with beautiful yellow leaves. They're the ones that line the awkward bend of the running path that goes in a big circle near Kid's Dream Playground, between the school and the house with a grey steel chicken outside of it. So we just looked and appreciated them for a moment.

And then when we got home, we noticed that in Gina's back yard, the big tree was covered in bright yellow leaves, too. But it didn't look like any of them had fallen yet; the tree was still very full. I don't remember why, but Gina had her camera on her at some point that day and took a couple pictures of the tree.

I meant to take pictures when I went home this time. I really did. I meant to take pictures of that tree when the leaves were still yellow. I was even going to take the picture in color. Maybe even vivid color. But for some reason I never got around to it, and by the time I finally decided I would make myself take that picture, on Sunday morning, all the leaves had fallen.

Peace out.