Last Day

I remember the rain on my first day of work here. It was a chilly day, that second day of February, and I wore my black slacks, ivory turtleneck and a black coat. The rain started coming in the afternoon. By the end of the work day, it started to pour, and the short but uncovered walk to the parking lot seemed impossible. I hesitated by the back door uncertain of what to do. A coworker, virtually a stranger I had just met that day, was kind enough to run through the rain and open the door to the back stairs of the parking structure in the alley.

Now on my last day, it is raining again. How appropriate...rain marking the beginning and the end of my chapter here.