After a cold autumn shower, the smell of worms and wet leaves wafts through the chilly air. The cracked concrete sidewalk has gone from soft, gentle gray to hard steel. The center of the sidewalk is one giant puddle. The murky water ripples in the breeze, and my reflection is shattered like a broken mirror.
As I gaze at the puddle, it transforms into a great, muddy teardrop before my eyes. The sun is hidden behind dark clouds, the puddle as black as my heart. When the sun reappears, it will dry up the puddle, as well as my tears, until the next rainfall.