Times Like These

Here I sit again, listening to the rain pour over the roof like the very heavens are weeping. I sit and reflect on this evening, my life, where I've been and where I think I'm going. Memories haunt me of my past, the mistakes I've made, the choices I've made. But amongst all that, I'm happy. Happy in who I am, and what I am. I might call myself an old man hiding in shadows, but it's at times like these that I feel immortal and that a bright future is waiting for me to come and claim it.