Here I am, locked in the terrible throes of winter. We didn’t have school today. The windchill factor was 50 below (oF).

Anyway, the winter. I get nothing done. I have to sleep. I sleep a lot.

Of course it’s natural for humans to hibernate – we are mammals, are we not?

I know where the wanderlust comes from. I can feel it burning deep within me right now. With my entire world locked in miserable snow and ice, I dream about the summer, and running somewhere. I can envision green fields and trees passing by from a boxcar. I have given up my dream of running away into the world and never coming back to here. I really must come back. I have far too many opportunities. But my thirst for adventure is still strong. I shall live yet.