In texas in never really gets to be autumn, it just kind of goes from mild late summer to windy cold february. Right now we're in late summer, meaning its still in the 70s and 80s. One day soon I will wake up and it will be 25 and I"ll be scraping ice off my windshield wondering what the fuck happened I was sweating yesterday. I miss being in a place where the leaves really turn colors. Lots of colors. Where people burn leaves on their front lawn and indian corn is everywhere. Yellow orange and brown leaves get stinky wet and accumulate in piles and winter kind of creeps up on you over 4 weeks or so.