When I lived in Atlanta, I lived for Fall. The freedom from the oppressive heat. The break in the hot, humid weather to finally breather in cool, crisp, less-humid air.
Yet moving here in the summer was like a perpetual autumn, with its cool mountain breezes and low humidity.
Now that it is, indeed, autumn in Aspen I'm able to snuggle into my blankets (the upstairs window still cracked a bit to let in some air and hear the river behind me) and slumber sooo much more peacefully.
Little did I know it would help me live longer!