Tuesday evening was cold like it is in November. Not cold like February, a month I didn’t know until living here for a couple of years. it is new-cold. The Fall season is undecided and like physical signs of adolescence a warning that torment and torrent are coming. It was also finally raining. I put on a responsible layer. I didn’t forget my keys and already had my headphones in. I walked out of the front door quietly as to not interrupt her call, it always sounds so important when the sun is low. I tied my shoes all the way up and re-cuffed my jeans. I walked down the hill we live on and began to walk up the hill to the school. The music was good because they all know the formula and I have the cheat codes to my emotional needs. I am capable of walking and talking myself in or out of any situation. It was raining and I was in one of this planet’s amazing cities. I only spend my time in worthwhile places because I know how time poor we all are. I was there on purpose. We walked home giggling in the cold rain.