Sublime | Chelsea Hinckley

Tuesday evening was the first time, during my brief stint in Cedar City, that it rained. Or even showed any acclimate weather at all, for that matter. As I came out of my friend's apartment, who is also from Minnesota, we looked at eachother and almost started to cry. The lack of harsh weather here is slightly troublesome to us. Always seventy degrees and sunny...obnoxious. I was having a really rough day, and I talked my friend out of going to her rehearsal so we could slide down the mountain for a nighttime trip to St. George. I needed to drown my sorrows in an overstuffed enchilada-style burrito and a tres leches. I have a theory: Cafe Rio can solve all of life's problems. Before we left to return home, we decided to take a stroll around the temple grounds. As we sat there in the rain, watching the faint lightning off behind our shoulders, smelling the familiar aroma of a wet-earth home, I thought this is it. This must be it.