“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”
Fall has always been a little bit of a myth for me. In Houston, there’s summer and there’s the kind-of-cold-but-not-really season. Also, most of our trees are pines and oaks, so we don’t really see the leaves change color. I’d heard tales of the beautiful autumnal glow that the east coast takes on come late September, but no amount of stories and pictures could prepare me for it. You can probably imagine my incredulity when I woke up one morning at Dartmouth and found that the trees were turning into bright clusters of reds and yellows. They sparkled under the sun and the fallen leaves danced in the wind. Fall is a beautiful sight unlike any other.