Despite the layer of snow that had fallen during the night, a bright country crisp sunlight peaked from behind the clouds. I had failed to draw the curtains tight enough and the sun beamed straight to my eyeline. It wasn’t the alarm I had been expecting, but there was an air about the day that was already more exciting than the day before it. The accommodations at the town’s only motel, aptly named the Relax ‘N Dream, were mysteriously comforting. Still clad in my pajama pants and an old t-shirt, I slipped on my Cons and my favorite hoodie to make my way to the lobby for the motels complimentary breakfast. As I opened the lobby door, I was welcomed by the comforting smell of sizzling bacon. The small spread was stocked with the usual continental items, but upon closer inspection, it appeared someone had a deep affection for apples. Two large bowls housed a variety of green and red apples: Granny Smith, Red Delicious, Golden Delicious, Fuji, G...