I stand at the window, watching the snow melt as quickly as it falls, as the freckled morningmoves into the day.A hundred blank windows in the building going up across the street look back at me.My expression is as blank as theirs.My day will be as cold and dead as their day will be, but it's the night I fear the most,the long rollercoaster night that never ends when you're alone, the dirty blue sky thatdoesn't give sleep a chance.And you, you crowding every room, filling up every room with things that maybe didn'teven happen at all.You a thousand miles away, you as close as breathing, and the long, slow business oflearning how to live alone begins again.Just as well, I guess.All the days can be shining bright, all the nights something to remember.