Yesterday's clouds hung around on today's late morning. A thick, gray ceiling; inpenetrable and wide. On any other day I would have felt such a sky blanket me in some Northwest nostalgia and place me smack dab in the middle of an old familiarity, but today the sky crushed any resemblance of home. The night before had traced itself in an outline of dirty, wet clothes over my skin and I just nearly escaped to morning with teeth chattering, hushing shivers...