Fall Around Yale Campus

FALL, the most invigorating season in New England. The season of gorgeous color combinations that can make anyone swoon and head over heel. The season of apple harvest, pumpkin galore, beautiful foliage and the crisp air. Fall in New England is extravagant and exuberant. I wouldn’t want to miss one fine day in the fall so to feel its beauty. I would wait for the blue sky and sunshine to go out and take my camera with me. But sometimes I didn’t get the chance to do that and rely mostly on my camera phone. Usually this happened when I was out and about in downtown or around Yale University campus. I pass by the campus many times at least once a week. I love going about there between the stone buildings and admire the season as it develops. I love the arrogancy of fall, of its splendor that entices my soul and  makes me exclaim in delight, “Wow!”

 

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THE AUTUMN DAY

“It was the way the autumn day looked into the high windows as it waned; the way the red light, breaking at the close from under a low sombre sky, reached out in a long shaft and played over old wainscots, old tapestry, old gold, old colour”.

– Henry James –

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Letter for an Old Boyfriend

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Dear old boyfriend,

I found your emotions typed neatly on a piece of yellowing paper.
I read the contents of your heart in the A-B-C’s of your unsophisticated language.
In those whirling-twirling, upside-down and lopsided world we called “our world”, I was yours and you were mine.
I listened to your relentless, unimaginative words upon words from your lips.
You whispered some nonsensical dreams that I didn’t mind at all. And I had heard them in the hundreds hours we shared. I have felt them through your fingers.
Then you came, and you have come, and you made me glad. You made me mad about you.
We spoke about life, though we must’ve sounded pathetic.
Did we have some memories then? Here and there, have you ever looked at them? Searched for them, deep in your mind?
Then, you remember. I, too, remember a part of us. The way we were.
I called you ‘my beloved’ and you let me. You let me.
I let you submerged in my ambiguity and I called it LOVE.

Ever yours,

D. Yustisia 05/28/15

Once Upon Autumn

Once upon autumn, a girl was standing under a gingko tree. She asked me,”Why are we here? It’s cold”. I told her, it’s such a beautiful Saturday morning and I didn’t want to miss it. “Let’s play with the leaves!” I said to her. The girl picked up two leaves and played with them. Then she crouched down, picking up some more. She was surrounding by the sea of yellow leaves, how pretty. I asked her to play around and be silly. The girl smiled, unsure, but she went ahead. She threw her arms above her head and the gingko leaves came raining down on her. I saw her big smile and it made me smile.

Enjoy the season, sweetheart! Embrace autumn!

Girl & Foliage

Girl & Foliage

Girl & Foliage

Girl & Foliage

The World According to Autumn

Autumn loves vibrant colors. She enjoys wearing her crimson red, golden yellow, orange galore, and not so subtle-brown leaves. Autumn loves to show off among the trees. She enjoys the calm stroke of the breeze in the morning and the light cold rain in the afternoon. Sometimes, she bathes in the warmth of the sun and lingers leisurely under the blue sky. Autumn is boastful. She’s the prettiest among the the seasons, and autumn surely knows. She makes sure people would stop and gaze her amazingly. And when autumn moves, she’s letting go the burdens that she carries for the world. Then the leaves would fall, fall, fall, back to earth where they belong.

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Traveller’s Rest

When you are tired of the long road and the open sky,
I wish it may be my door that you’re passing by:
I wish it may be my hearth where you will sit down
And tell your tales of the land and sea and the strange far town.
 
Oh, come you in from eastward or come you in from the west,
Here’s good cheer to greet you and welcome of the best:
Oh, come with your pockets full or come you home poor,
Here’s a place by the fireside and an open door.
 
You’ll tell me where you were since, and the things you’ve seen
Up and down the wide world where so long you’ve been,-
All the time that I’ve been here and you far away,-
And then awhile be silent, as good friends may.
 
And then awhile listen to the wind and rain,
Moaning in the chimney-breast, beating at the pane,-
Dark and cold outside, and the stormy skies,
And you sitting down here with the firelight in your eyes.
 

(Cicely Fox-Smith)

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Detail of Nature

Detail of Nature

Detail of Nature