Feeling tired this morning. I didn’t sleep well last night. The wind, roaring out of the south, whipped around the house making it creak and moan. You could hear it plowing through the tree tops on the ridge above … sounding sad and lonely. The rain began to pour down after midnight, hammering the roof. I dreamed of the past. Roger was there, but I could never quite see him. I walked the halls of our old high school but I never could find him.