I live in a city of great beauty, but it doesn't really have the same seasons I grew up with. For example, the days are shortened and the nights are colder now, and one could call it winter. El Bandito and I often say "Spring comes early and often."
However, this place doesn't really do autumn. Summer visits in October. Oh, some leaves turn brown, the grass gets greener with the rainy season starting, and the light changes. "Autumn" light is truly beautiful here, but I miss those crisp fall days of my childhood and college years.
My mother brought me a small ziploc bag of beautifully colored pressed autumn leaves, and they make me smile (albeit a little wistfully) every time I look at them.