Out the windows in front of me, it is rainy and grey.  The windows behind my head reveal blue sky with traces of whispy clouds and a full rainbow.  The rainbow is close enough that I can see it imposed over the bridge that is a mere three blocks away.  Hail still sits on the window sill ledge.

I sit in a coffee shop occupying an old warehouse beneath a complex crisscrossing of highway ramps and bridges.  This room serves as the divide between rain and sunshine, and has sat in this precarious position for a good 15 minutes, still holding.  

I know nobody here.  It's a feeling I should be used to, a sensation I have craved, at times.  And yet in my current chapter of life, it feels foreign and vacant.  

For a moment, sunshine pours in through every window.