As she sat down at her computer again, this time with a cup of hot rose hip and peppermint carob tea, she reread the post. "Could it be him?" she said ever so competently. It does remind me of someone... He had left on that cold winter day with so much left to say... and she had so much to tell him then, ...all unsaid. As she brought up his old posts again, his smile dawned on her with that fateful day last April when they finally had her house to themselves. That splendid sunrise! Suddenly, she sipped her tea.