It's days like these that re-align my soul. An October Friday, dreary, humid, and puddled. It's today, the clouds and rain, the hidden sun, that makes my mind revisit moments in its likeness. When I was 8, a rainy day meant a ride to school rather the traditional walk with my older sister. When I was 15, the sky was painted similarly as I faced a vocabulary test and the pressure of high school with one lonely friend. Three years ago, this weather massaged the depressed muscles of my being, unable to rise from bed, unable to face my parents, unable to see myself. And so I stand today, realigned. My history behind me, yet filling me, squeezing me. My future before me, yet pressing me, pulling me on.