Yes. It was raining and I said I’d be a little late. Then a little late turned into three years later and that one spot on Ninth Avenue where we could see the middle of Manhattan the best kept changing. Then I sent this photo to you late one night. You looked at it for a while then said the water tower was always there. I couldn’t remember either way. Maybe the tiny water tower was there, maybe it wasn’t. I just remember how the rain started falling that day I was supposed to meet you: all at once and still.