Note: Something, something, I'm going through another existential crisis. 

The shrill songs of Spotted Towhees and Robins filled the still, morning air as I hiked up to the crest of the Lyons hogback in Ken Caryl Valley.

I finally made it to Spring Break.

Note: I planned on simply writing another little rant about attending university, but it became something much different (and something much more positive).