There's something magical about the combination of a mountain, slanting sunshine, and aspen leaves. Add some bone-chilling cold and roaring wind and it's a perfect late fall day on the mountain.
It makes me feel ALIVE.
It makes me feel that things are CHANGING.
Postscript: Since my kind of autumn doesn't really come to New Mexico, my husband promised to take me to some old fashioned in-your-face autumn. Five hours later and thirty degrees colder, we were there.
He did a great job. :)