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WOODSTOCK, Vt. — It was right around 5:30 on a Friday evening, that time of day when the sky pretty much glows, that I felt total bliss. The workweek and its stress had disappeared. From my corner of the deserted outdoor hot tub, the wintry wind was whisking steam off the water, and the underwater light had turned on, making my legs as luminescent as sea creatures.
A baby waterfall poured from an overhead plank protruding from the white brick wall. It was 30 degrees. I could smell wood smoke from the adjacent fireplace and see the surrounding trees and rooftops start to become silhouettes. Then I had an epiphany: Man, I don’t ever want to leave this place.