The end of October denotes the beginning of wishing I was somewhere warmer. The feelings aren’t overwhelming at first. It’s a gradual emotional climb that usually peaks by the first snow, or the first time I have to walk any real distance to my car in a cold December wind. I call it the Florida effect. Far from a novice of greener grass and an expert on a hyperactive brain, I still can’t help but romanticize the eastern Florida coast. Something ‘461 Ocean Boulevard-esque’ where there is no need for time. A lot of it stems from falling in love with a girl, sunburnt and punch-drunk in a Floridian sun. Despite all this I know that it wouldn’t take long to become bored with the nothingness of heat and waves I long for. So for now I layer clothes, read and drink whisky until I can take a trip to the sunshine state. Denver is gorgeous.