As I was driving through the cold, dark streets, I thought it’d actually be nice to be someplace else, someplace warm, and then I thought, but I would miss my city and its dire winter and its short gray days, and then it occurred to me that I will always miss another place and another time, no matter what, wherever and whenever, and I found that I knew this train of thought, I’ve had it before and with people, too. “Ah, that I am not all people and a part of all”, wrote Fernando Pessoa. It mightn’t be that appealing after all, but wouldn’t it just be great, at times, to embrace all and be all and everywhere?