<march> You can tell when someone recently cried, all you have to do is look at their eyes. When I saw her under her brightly colored umbrella in the gray intersection, I knew someone or something broke her heart. She fought against the downpour coming down her eyes, whilst the umbrella did the same from above. The concierge told me to come back after a while, a while that he did not define. Without any choice, I left through the wooden front door, the bells chiming as I departed. When I left the hotel, the rain clouds came and dominated the once blue skies. Some motel guests rushed past me to take cover in the lobby, a place I knew I was not welcomed. Without anywhere else to go, I stepped into the rain. I did not have an umbrella, so I got a well deserved shower, cleaning away God-knows-what. Without anywhere else to go, my right foot led as my left followed into an unknown. I meandered around the town square because I had nothin...