I grew up surrounded by trees and mountains. I miss it most keenly in the fall, when the leaves turn. I have trees in my neighborhood, but it’s not the same as looking out your window and seeing the mountains awash in red, yellow, and orange, or jumping in a pile of leaves (I was never big on the raking part). So every year at peak foliage, I make sure to spend a day or two in Central Park.
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