Here in Quito, it is rainy season. Our version of Fall and Winter mixed into one. The leaves don't change color and there is no obsession with everything pumpkin and cinnamon-y. The temperature has dropped and thunderous clouds cover us almost every afternoon around 4pm, but it's nothing extreme. Not like winters in Western New York!
We don't have Fall or Winter here, in the North American sense. But I am still thankful for the rain. For the daily warmth of the sun, especially around noon. For the blue skies. For the thunder and the lightning. For the opportunity to appreciate even more deeply the things that I loved in the past. And for the reminder to cherish the present.