I remember college days . . . waiting for the first warm day of spring when my friends and I headed to a nearby lake . . . unveiling our winter-white bodies to piercing rays of pre-summer sun. It felt so good to lay my bathing suit clad body on the softness of a worn patchwork quilt. While vitamin D mixed with UV rays coursed through our sun-starved carcasses, my friends and I agreed that this was bliss. If I close my eyes, I can still feel the sharp edges of small stones pressing into my spine and the sensation of solar beams soaking into my belly and face.