Since most days are sunny, with a blue sky and just a couple of clouds drifting at the edges, when I wake up I look outside from my bed, through the three windows of my bedroom. Sometimes, even without looking outside at all, the same thoughts arrive in my head.

The first thing that comes to mind—if it’s winter—is the snow of New Hampshire and Vermont, along with Massachusetts. Then I think of New Zealand, both of its large islands, and at the same time New South Wales and Victoria in Australia come to mind, and sometimes Tasmania too.

And it’s curious how this repeats itself every single time.