I've spent most of my life living in places where there isn't a pronounced change of seasons. In Southern California and Florida, we usually mark the change from Summer to Fall with a forecast that goes from "Really Hot" to "Still Really Hot, With The Occasional Breeze." Our shift into what we call Winter is marked by the shock of awaking one morning to frost on the windows and a few daytime lows in the 50's. Without having spent several years in Washington State, I'm not sure I'd even know when seasons are supposed to change.
It's October now, and, to me, Autumn has officially arrived. It seems as though my dreams of a real Fall experience may be closer than ever, as I've noticed cooler mornings, crisper air, and the return of adult red foxes to my neighborhood over the last week. An insistent owl has been hooting at the moon outside my bedroom the past few nights, and the trees are shedding their leaves. Compared to other places, my Autumn is very subtle, but it is still my favorite season.