It is raining today.
Four years ago today, it was raining as well. I remember.
The sky looked just as gray; the tree branches drooped then as they do now.
That day, I listened to slow, lilting songs just like I am doing today.
February 11th 2005 was very similar to today, February 11th 2009.
But I distinctly remember that four years ago today, the thing I fantasized about most was jumping off of the balcony and plummeting to my death.
Today, although I am feeling just as weary, I don't think I want to do that anymore.
Maybe that's what healing looks like.