Love how Jhumpa Lahiri in The Lowland combines the changing of colors with his nostalgia for home.

He had begun his third autumn in Rhode Island, 1971.

Once more the leaves of the trees lost their chlorophyll, replaced by the shades he had left behind: vivid hues of cayenne and turmeric and ginger pounded fresh every morning in the kitchen, to season the food his mother prepared.  

Once more these colors seemed to have been transported across the world, appearing in the treetops that lined his path.  The colors intensified over a period of weeks until the leaves began to dwindle, foliage clustered here and there among the branches, like butterflies feeding at the same source, before falling to the ground.  

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