The train burst out of the tunnel and onto the bridge. The sardine packed commuters seemed to relax, as if there was suddenly more air and more space around them. I tried to look out of the windows, but the crowd was too dense, too stiff.
Someone shifted, and suddenly I could see out. And there IT was.
Among the trees that lined the side of the Don River valley, one stood out. Red flaming leaves visible among a sea of greens.
There was no denying it any longer. Fall has arrived.