I wish I had a better picture of this event. Somehow the blurry image snapped with my i-phone through the spotted window at dusk doesn’t do this happening justice. I wish I had a better vocabulary. My words all seem to be failing me at this moment. I find myself wondering how you got up there, and why. Maybe I don’t want to know. But I’m guessing the answer is in the neighborhood of 42, and I’m going now to fetch you a towel.