Night falls, it’s still a fresh night: Friday night on Stanford campus. It’s so vibrant and alive at the same time. Pedestrians and bicycles are moving across at all directions, I guess people returning from work or class, back to life and their own world. It’s such a walking friendly and health conscious place. In the well-lit in-door basketball court, athletes are embracing their boiling energy, breaking the ceiling and melting down chilly Fall air. At the end of trail, a young couple walking into the deep fall colored path, into the beginning of their romantic weekend. I was sitting in the car, waiting for slow moving traffic while heading home. Soft street lights lined up, lit up the glowing fall colors on the leaf covered ground. It’s so well covered, soft light blending in with mixed fall colors, glowing into a living Thomas Kinkaid painting. Lights glittering in the Fall leaves become stars on earth; it’s a symbol of humanity, where hope and love light up the dark night, soften the edges of Fall.
Friday night, Fall colors, cozy light, what a soothing scene: a season of returning, a time of retreating, a moment of rewinding.
