She walked to the park, where the usually crowded benches were empty. Sitting down, she let the water soak through her jacket. A tiny sparrow shook its feathers on a nearby branch, and she laughed—a real, unguarded laugh.
As she unlocked her apartment door, dripping onto the mat, she grabbed a pen and a sticky note. She wrote one final quote and stuck it to her bathroom mirror:
she whispered, closing her laptop. "It’s about learning to dance in the rain."