I am officially back in Provo, which is a lovely place in the summer. It's hard to believe that in but a few months I will be cursing the cold weather and the icy pathways to class. I've been running up these sunflowered hills every day, trying to get acquainted with Utah's natural beauty, which is something I didn't really let myself do last semester. Running tends to help me do that. Also, I have an intaglio class this semester, for which I am thoroughly excited.
But always up the mountainside you're clambering,
Groping blindly, hungry for anything,
Picking through your pocket linings--well, what is this?
Scrap of sassafrass, eh sysiphus?