It’s been five years since we started doing this thing, and somehow, we made it this far. I know our first meeting wasn’t great. You were steaming hot, while I was trying to keep it cool. You lit up with sunshine for those first few weeks, but all I saw was the garbage on the street and rundown buildings, refusing to admit that the sun felt so good on my skin, trying to deny the intoxicating scent of your salt water. So you switched tactics, raining down hard, showing me the cycles by which you grow and die and grow again, but all I could see was insufficient drainage and to be fair, you really overdid it with the rain and rain and rain for almost three weeks straight.