Saturday, November 09, 2013
Aside from temperature change, there is absolutely zero evidence of the changing seasons when you live in the concrete jungle. The few planted trees that I see out my window from the 7th floor look the same as they do in the spring, summer, winter and fall. So when we get out of the city, I revel in the beauty of all the trees changing, even if they are just from tree lined streets, not mountainsides full of oranges, reds and yellows. One day, I'll get to New England in the fall. I can't wait.