I was sitting in the backyard thinking of Julianna and watching the sprinkler turn in a circle as it watered the grass I had planted in April. The grass was dark green and thick and had somehow survived the blistering Utah summer despite a lack of regular watering. My yard didn’t have a sprinkler system, and any moisture the yard received came only when I had time to hook the sprinkler to the hose.
Since our afternoon on the mountain, Julianna had come over to my house for dinner after church on Sunday, but we parted that evening without making plans when to see each other again. Julianna seemed reserved, and I was unsure how much she had enjoyed that evening with me.
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