A Change of Seasons

That song by Dream Theater (and a wonderful one at that) was the closest I really got to an actual change of seasons in California. I would hear stories about people jumping into piles of leaves, trees changing colors to red, orange, and yellow, and leaves falling off the trees. You really have to have a big imagination to think that actually happens in California, so I never really knew when fall was, except the time between the really hot months and the not so hot months. Leaves don’t really “fall” off the trees, they’re gone by winter for the most part, but big piles of leaves, or piles of leaves at all for that matter, are not formed. On top of that, the leaves that do fall off the trees aren’t exactly red, orange, or yellow, unless you count the orange/brown colour it turns once it dries.

Therefore, you can imagine my admiration of the always photogenic Main Mall. I can’t believe the amount of leaves I’ve seen and the piles that have accumulated, resulting in huge leaf blowers to get them out of the way so new ones can fall. Not only do these leaves actually fall, they’re also the correct colour! I’ve never seen such bright red, orange, and yellow leaves, only in pictures and even then I didn’t believe how vibrant they were. Thank you Vancouver for having proper weather.