October can be crisp and sunny but also can have softly grey rainy days. I live near Lake Michigan which is a different color every day and every hour of the day. Having something there that is bigger than human artifacts makes me feel more at home. When it is stormy, the lake waters have a slate color that matches the color of my son's eyes when he is troubled.
Some of the cross country skiiers I knew in Utah named their routes after orchestral works. On the cool, grey, cloudy days here, I find Mozart's Ave Verum Corpus running through my mind.