Make like a tree...

Bio-Diversity


I miss the season of autumn. Houston doesn't have a real autumn, but this false, pseudo, not-real autumn that consists of sunny days with highs in the low 70s, and no beautiful fall colors.

I remember walking across campus with one of the Hawaiian students at UP freshman year (Robbie), and seeing him see the colors for the first time. It was really magical to see his eyes light up and just stare at the colors. I miss the cherry trees and the color of red that they became.

Thanks, NYT, for bringing me some autumn, and some fun.