I went on a bike ride down the old TaiTapu Rd this afternoon and the weather started to close in on my way back with a light misty sprinkle.
Turning onto Sabys in the gloom I almost ran over a brilliant red maple leaf, startling on the grey shingle road. There isn’t a maple tree in sight. I don’t know where it came from. Its red was intensified by the droplets of mist it had accumulated, and you could even see the slightly orange shadows where the leaf must have been tipped away from the sun when it grew. I stared at it, soaking up its vibrancy.
I love red. I always have. It’s not a calm color; it’s INTENSE and I ADORE it. It was so fun to run into this one, unexpectedly cheerful for no good reason at all.