The next two days will be like sisters, both pretty enough, sure, but always aware that other people saw one as an obvious improvement on the other. Today, the older sister, was never comfortable being sunny all the time. She could be known to bring a chill with her into any room, and she was no stranger to gin. Tomorrow, well, everyone always liked her best no matter how much she told them to appreciate Today. Her clothes fit just a little better, and she had that magnetic quality that could pull everyone in a room into orbit around her. She might arrive veiled in a few clouds, but she'll be glowing like a Southern California bombshell by mid-day.