Observing the changing from summer to fall is new to me, although the contrast between the two has been minimal. To be totally honest, I had come to assume that yellows and reds so vibrant they make you wonder if the trees are actually on fire are the colors of fall around the world, but fall here is more subtle and gradual, with moments of vibrancy to be found if you seek them. Oddly, the most vibrant trees I had found before today were some relatively young ones outside of the FC Groningen football stadium, a distinctly un-idyllic setting. Over the past week, I have biked around in search of my crazy, eye-popping color fix.
