Finally. I feel the first tear slip silently down my cheek, ending its journey at my lips. I taste salt, and the taste is surprisingly sweet. Sweet, familiar, bitter, release. And that’s all it takes. Everything that I’ve been holding in, everything that hurts, everything that’s ever happened to me is suddently refracted through the tears that fall from my eyes. What begins as a spring shower soon turns into a torrential downpour, and the tears fall faster and faster, occasionally interrupted by heartfelt, gut-wrenching sobs. I can’t bear it any more. Only the tears know the truth. This is it; this is the end of all possible ends. But just like a brief and sudden summer storm, the tears pass, and a strange sense of calm envelops me. It’s time to move on. The rain of the soul has washed away the dusty illusions, and the path, at least for the moment, is clear.