Autumn is a difficult season for me to spend in California. I miss New England in a painful way when my body senses that the seasonal changes are not happening the way it is still accustomed to, even after nine years. I wish I had appreciated the beautiful colors of the trees more when I had been there. I do remember a wonderful train ride from Boston, MA to Stamford, CT around this time of year (probably this exact past weekend, going home for a Columbus Day weekend) where my eyes were often glued to the windows, watching the brilliant oranges, yellows, and reds trundle by. Now I have to content myself with leaves sent over by my mom and web sites with photos. There is color in certain places around California. Sometimes I see a glimmer.