Alaska. Denali National Park to be exact.
I'm sitting here in my warm, well-lit dorm room, looking outside to see the flurries of snow whipping around so fast you can't tell if it's really snowing or if the wind is just moving the snow all over the place. As nice as it is inside compared to outside at the moment, I'd rather be somewhere else. Does that ever happen to you? You think of a memory, or read something, or hear something or see something that reminds you of somewhere else? That's me tonight. I'm here, in St. Bonaventure, N.Y., but my heart is in Alaska.