The kind with leaves falling down trees and a kaleidoscope of colors, preferably. I grew up in the Midwest and experienced the seasons regularly, but moved to California as a teenager and forgot all about the beauty of autumns. Now that I'm back living in a place where there's seasons, I find myself appreciating them in a gentle way. I feel like I haven't seen all these different shapes of nature in a while, I feel childish again and I like feeling the cold wind against my skin.
