Once you leave the East Coast and start a life on the West Coast, you are supposed to repress all memories that you had about autumn. Spring is always present in Los Angeles, as is summer and the winter of rain.
But fall with the glorious colors, the bite in the air, the vivid blue against the orange, red, rust and gold….we don’t have that in Southern California.
A family emergency brought me back to Woodcliff Lake, NJ and despite the sad nature of the visit, I have been experiencing a glorious fall. I arrived just as the leaves were changing.
I wish I could say that I will try to forget fall as I return to Los Angeles to resume some dismal task that will be enacted in the pea soup of smog and 90 degree temperatures. I will try and forget these few weeks in October and how good the air smelled and how lovely the woods looked.
Go west young man and return east older and sadder.
Here in Van Nuys 
I know what you mean. While Portland gets more of an autumn than SoCal does, it’s nothing like what I experienced on the East Coast and in the Midwest. I do miss it.
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