When summer blazes in my desert home, the longing for winter starts. I anticipate the break from summer’s scorn when I’m finally able to fly off towards my first taste of fresh autumn air. My excitement mounts through the hot summer months as I amass a small winter wardrobe in preparation for my brisk strolls in far off cities. This year I wasn’t disappointed. My winter boots and wool sweater would have their debut in charming Zürich. This was my first visit to Switzerland, but instead of my usual city tour, I opted to spend some quality time with autumn. For our first encounter of the year I planned a chilly trek through the forest nearby my lodging. As always, nature didn’t disappoint.