Autumn is my favorite season. Even my mood changes when I know it is almost here. Yet it wasn’t until last year, after having moved from New York City and living in South Florida for more than seven years, that I gave up looking for nature’s display of magnificent colors in leaves, along with everything that entailed: the sound of leaves crackling underfoot, searching for the most perfect specimens to place between the pages of my favorite book, kicking the piles on the sidewalk just to watch them fly high up in the air, or just enjoying them fall with such parsimony. There was definitely something missing for me and I got that it was part of not really “being” here where I chose to live , and accepting the way nature behaves in a subtropical area. We have no autumn leaves, we have palm trees and they remain stoic—yearround. I can’t deny my love for subtropical winters. Nothing beats them, and when we get a few chilly days, I do what I call “playing winter” and wear a winter coat and a hat.