This is me, returning to the droll life of home cooked sausages, fresh french toast, and organic syrup. I only look upset because I ATE TOO MUCH GOOD FOOD, BUT THERE'S STILL ONE SAUSAGE LEFT.
One day, it's 110 degrees. The next day, school's canceled because it's snowing 3 inches and someone created a tiny snowman on a bench.
There are places in the world that, when stumbled into, are so magical that once you leave, you wonder if you just stepped out of a dream. These places create memory holes so large that you wonder if the memory belongs to someone else. And sometimes, it does.
The Flagstaff Arts and Leadership Academy is my recent memory hole.