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I’ve waxed poetic about my love for Park City before.  We used to go every fall break and enjoy the leaves, family pictures, and good food.  This year, I don’t have fall break (which sometimes feels all sorts of devastating).  As I’m typing this though, I’m in my own Park City.

I escaped campus, and not just for a grocery-shopping jaunt.  I sit here in Provo Canyon, amazed at the colors.  The little park I escaped to is similar to Park City—well-maintained, beautiful stonework.  It has an overabundance of little boys shouting, “Hey Trish, come look at this spider” and a darling old couple picnicking on the grass.  And it has a table for one college student, full from Café Rio with a peppermint lingering on her breath.  I’m wearing my new cute coat and an atrocious combo of black jeans, royal blue socks, and old running shoes. 

Yet, I beautifully couldn’t care less. 

Because I have philosophy to study and all of the time in the world to do it. 

Really, scroll through all of the pictures.  I promise it will be worth it. 

Funny story about this. ^^^^ The new iPhone update has a timer on it, perfect for selfies.  I brilliantly decided to test it out on my little hike.  It definitely would have turned out better if the phone wasn't on ground level, but whatevs. I was quite pleased with myself for figuring it out and having it work. 

Until I was walking aback and saw an occupied camp ground RIGHT IN BEHIND WHERE I WAS TALKING EMBARRASSING PICTURES.  Oh, how I wish I was kidding.  But no, literally faced the camp the whole time I was doing dumb poses, trying to get a decent picture.  

Sigh.  The life I lead. 

xo. Elise