9:50 am after reading all the wonderful observation post, I heard a gentle whispering in my ear: “ there is nothing sadder than an old man gazing out a barred, ground floor, back yard window, straining to see one snow flake”. I whispered back to my lost love “ you’ve been up there almost three years, please, use your influence and do something”. I felt a gentle caress on my somewhat damp cheek as the rain continued. As always ....