When I was small, people would ask me "Where did you come from?" My Dad reminded me this week of my unwavering, confident and non-sensical response - "Colorado." It feels quite appropriate - returning to a place I've never been - to this land of my imaginary birth. It's quiet and cold and peaceful. The mountains loom and the trees seem to whisper "welcome back" as I snowshoe past. I'm here for 10 days to do, well, not a whole lot. Snowshoe, sit by the fire, catch up on work, read. So here I am. In Colorado, with baby eyes soaking it all in.