17-11-19

The rain has set in proper like. The sound of it on the skylights is soothing, and at the same time, oppressive. There's a weight to the rain. It forces your gaze down. It keeps your head pointed straight ahead and your shoulders tight.

But you push through it. You get a little wet. It's process. Over time some of the shit on your shoes gets washed off, and maybe you come out the other side a little smarter, a little stronger, and smelling a little better. One can only hope.