Myra

Devastated to find out that my long-distance co-worker who gets on my nerves is someone I met years ago in a book club that my boyfriend introduced me to, and is actually a cool person outside of work. I hate multi-faceted people.

A rainy day when in school is a top-tier memory. Of all the emotional and sensory memories of school, rainy days stand out. Rainy days didn't scorch. Rainy days made the classroom darker, quieter, moodier. We opened up the windows on rainy days, and had more of a tendency to stare out, inattentive. Rainy days smelled good, and there was a community feeling about it - shaking umbrellas at the door, smudging ink, seeking warmth. A game was made out of travelling from one building onto another. The background noise of a downpour made every voice sound clearer. The craze of intense, oppressive tropical heat was over in the monsoon - and something heavy would inconspicuously wash away each time.