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In other places, it's called autumn. And that has a majestic air to it, a beautiful ring of dignity and refinement.
I think this is a good progression for the fifteenth numbered Typography exercise. Fall is change. Fall is watching your surroundings melt into different days. It is an ode to fall, of course, but also a celebration of my evolution into a college student. Fall is mature, unlike the somber subdued winter and the rash and superficial summer.
I saw a leaf fall the other day. I watched people walk by as it floated gently towards the ground, wavering indecisively as to weather [ha] it should plummet or soar, whether it would choose the asphalt or the heavens.
It chose the asphalt, and was stepped on. I wanted to take a picture of that leaf, that sign of change, that post-it thrown down by nature. But I realized, as it fell, how pointless that would be. A photo, though beautiful, cannot capture moments like these. Moments where a single flicker and a fluid gasp carry leaves and cradle them in comforting arms.
Fall in Berkeley isn't like fall in Massachusetts, but it still has the same significance. It's a physical reminder that things change even when we don't think they will.
Seasons pass, winds shift, colors change, and passions... pass. But hearts, caught in the wind like leaves, shine just as brightly.
A return, to Typography.