Taste of the Sun

I stared at my computer in almost disbelief. After months, my dissertation was complete. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. After researching the impact of the internet on students for years, I was finally done. I felt a way of relief at finally having this finished. I still needed to revise it before showing it to my professor, but I couldn’t do anything more even if I wanted to.

I saved it and closed my computer. I need a break from thinking. I walked into my room and began packing camping gear. I texted a few of my friends, but they were busy. The one I was really hoping would join was Katie. She loves hikes, and she's my go-to hiking buddy. We've worked together in a restaurant for years. She even hiked all of the Appalachian Trail. These plans were too last minute. It’s fine. I only need a day or two without technology to recharge, and then I’ll get back to editing and hopefully graduating soon enough. I get into my red Mazda and drive away from Berkeley. I drive towards Mount Diablo for a nice break from everything.

I can finally see the fire-watch tower peeking above the tree line. I [] reached the summit yesterday, and I felt refreshed enough to return to civil life. I parked my car near the fire-watch tower and feel excited to be almost done with this five-mile hike. I can finally drive back home and enjoy a nice relaxing bath. The woods were a lovely retreat for the weekend, but I think I’m ready for the comforts my house provides. A nice bath, binging “Friends,” and eating ice cream would be perfect right about now.

I make it to the parking lot where my red Mazda sits. There are a few other cars, others hiking or camping around this area. I see my car in the distance and unlock it with my key phoebe. Only half paying attention as I find my phone at the bottom of my bag. It’s dead, but I can charge it in my car. I pull on the handle, and nothing happens.