Today's sky reminds me of September when my laundry churned in the basement of Hendrick Hall with everyone else's. I pulled on my tie-dyed Section XI track shirt ("Fast girls looking for good times") and ran through the rain. Around Corey and past Clark. I didn't know any roads beyond the highway that brought me here. My feet moved lightly over the sidewalk. My skin was warmer than the water. I had no idea what would happen next.