It was a Tuesday. I woke up that morning shaking, similar to the feeling of five cups of coffee down my throat and winter hands without gloves. When you are where you are not supposed to be, you can feel it, if you listen.

That night at 10:52PM, I asked God and the universe for a sign. Something, anything. “I can do this, I will figure this out, right? Give me something.”

The earth started trembling. My apartment swayed from side to side. The window shook with little to no remorse, angrily, mouth open, jaw clinched. That is the night I knew.

That night it rained and I could feel it in my soul.