Oftentimes during winter, I would find myself out on the grounds by myself. I just couldn't help the pull of the cold even though for many, they'd rather stay warm. For the briefest of moments, with my face heavenward, I would imagine where I would be now if we were in Boulder. Would I be studying right now? What kind of friends would I have made? And thinking of Marcello, would I have fallen in love back there too...and cue my shudders, with who?