Summer. The sun was setting behind the volcanoes making the sky a mixed pallet of blue, purple, yellow, and red. It was beautiful but not as beautiful as the girl sitting next to me as we drove through the deserts of Albuquerque. The windows were down and the music was turned up; she wasn't shy of being herself. She sang and danced as her light brown hair blew in the wind. She was herself, that's all I could ask for. It's summer vacation from school and we're taking a vacation to San Diego so I could see where she grew up. She says it's the most beautiful place to get away to. Our relationship is slowly building back up; I haven't asked her to be my girlfriend again but I plan to soon.