I can still remember shooting out the window of Borders in Chicago with these like it was yesterday. Miss those sacred moments and the person they were shared with. Painting, cleaning out the woodboiler and scraping out the creosote, feeding the critters, and maybe some time for snaps. I am not complaining though, I have much to be thankful for.
How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
What old December's bareness everywhere!
~William Shakespeare, "Sonnet XCVII"