I feel the warmth still spreading across my face, but as the heavy wind blows my tears into my eyelashes, I feel a cold sting reach my fingers and bare skin. My cheeks are still warm from glasses of wine. I zone out to the music, staring at my feet as they hit the pavement. Getting home has never been this hard. I look up and strain my eyes at the lonely crescent in the sky. Tears keep coming and blur my vision. A grey cloud slowly disguises the moon. I feel the first drop of rain on my shoulder. I start grabbing for my umbrella but I’m not quick enough. The rain blends into the moisture already on my face.