Despite the fact that I was completely engrossed in Samantha behind Paddy O's, my my drifted simultaneously to the fiery nites that we had in Vermont. It was intoxicating. There was an inherent draw to that place; that state, that I was not going to conquer until I returned. Everything about Samantha spoke Vermont. Her beautiful body, the curls of her red hair, her stinging eyes that were able to penetrate you like a laser. The pull toward Vermont was unmistakable deep in the recesses of my inner being.

We did manage to make it back into the bar and finish the nite without harm. As usual, we hailed a taxi at 3:15 AM. It was time to get some much needed rest. Samantha had arranged for her roommate to stay with a friend; which I think she wanted to do anyway, and we had her dorm room to ourselves. I was a bit surprised at how tidy the place was, although I feel sure she out in some additional effort prior to my arrival.

I slept soundly; but as you might imagine, I dreamed of the slopes and the blustery winter solstice. Winter would not come for several months, but I knew inherently where I would be...

I tried my best to open up to Samantha about my love of Vermont over breakfast. Once again, we had reminisced in a way that spoke to memories of Spring Break. We had eggs, rye toast, tea, coffee and a grapefruit that had been blazed with cinnamon under the broiler for only a few seconds. She too noticed; after I ordered for both of us, what I was doing. I also had to have a tomato juice; as I typically did after a long nite "in the sauce", to coat my stomach. To my surprise it worked, as the memories of the nite before were like an Irish fog that morning on the golf course of St. Andrews.

After breakfast, we had the day to ourselves as we would leave tomorrow, on a Friday, for Easter break. She showed me around campus. She talked about her professors and what she was learning and furthermore how she was planning to apply what she learned by her decision to enter industry as opposed to medical school. I was proud of her for having made that decision as I felt in my heart it would be good for her. On some level, she had come to terms with her decision, and I; on the other hand, was wrenching with mine. Sadly, I knew I would be deferring college for an unknown time and heading to Vermont.