06 Nov Valby to Vegas
Source: Charlene Winfred
The grey ended in spectacular fashion, during my last week in Denmark. There was glorious sunshine, and Flemming and I got back to Valby (a suburb of Copenhagen where his sister, who kindly hosts us gypsies, lives) in time to catch the trees aglow in Søndermarken.
I’ve never been in Denmark so late in the year, and I was agog the entire time, still not believing that trees do this – turn a colour so incredible I have no words for what it does to my heart.
I was reminded of the only other time I experienced fall colors at scale, two years ago now. Flemming and I toured the western half of the USA in late 2014, clocking up 10,000 miles on the rental car during the 3 months we were there. I blogged about it in discombobulated fragments through October and November of that year, but not in a particularly cohesive manner. That in itself is no surprise; I’ve never had a particular plan with this blog, preferring to post sequentially on Instagram, and reserve this space for whatever I happen to feel like writing about.
But it felt more random than usual, in my state of mental spaciness after my father died in late 2013. I remember the time between his death and that road trip as miserably suffused with repressed rage and a peculiar insanity that I’ve come to learn, is reasonably common of the grieving process…