After reaching the station, I realised the train line to Zandvoort beach was closed. Hoping to find my way to some beach, I boarded the next available train and got off at Leiden. A train to Den Haag was arriving on the same platform and decided to take it, to go to the Scheveningen beach.
Clear skies and low winds, made way for one of the most spectacular of sunsets I’ve seen in a very long time. As I had left my camera gear home, I ended up capturing it on my phone.
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Most parts of this town – the roads, canals, buildings and bridges are few centuries old, and Inspite of that, they are all surprisingly intact, enough to be habitable. Walking by those buildings and canals, one can sense the lingering past, a sense of a time long gone by, in every nook and corner. This town is the very definition nostalgia.
One day – thats how long the beautiful city managed to stay draped in yellow and orange, with the colors of fall at its prime. It was disappointing to see them all blown away from the trees by the constant wind & rain, and cleaned up from the road by the city’s vigilant municipal keepers and cleaners.
For most of my life, I have only known 2 seasons – hot summers and rainy winters. Never have I ever experienced the typical fall or autumn seasons, until I visited this national park. The trees in various shades of green, yellow and red; the bicycle pathways coloured in orange by the fallen leaves; the cool breeze carrying with it the smell of freshness; the sounds of chirping birds; cycling through the woods – it all made for an exhilarating experience.
It was also the first time I saw mushrooms growing in the wild
