It was February. It rained every day it seemed. Not the light, innocent rain that young children run in with bright red boots on while their parents watch from the porch. This was the dark, heavy rain. The rain you can use as an excuse for anything. This was my favorite. I don’t wear red boots anymore, anyways. I stared out the huge windows on the other side of the room, through the kitchen, past the couch, into the rain. The familiar interior left me standing for minutes. Nostalgia had gotte...