From the brim of Squaw Peak, Provo glittered like a reflecting pool of stars.  The road leading was windy and dark, and music throbbed from the stereo till we reached our magnificent destination.  We built a campfire and watched the embers glow sienna whilst we roasted marshmallows and cracked jokes with the group. After a few hours, we topped off the night with a dip in the jacuzzi and a 3 AM attempt to watch the meteor shower.
 I didn't realize how much of a desert child I was till the sun came out.  This afternoon, following the last of my final exams, Rachel and I laid out by the pool and soaked up those precious, long awaited rays of golden warmth! My mind still reels at the concept of freedom from class... oh wie herrlich!