It was a warm day yet it feels cold because of the wind that was blowing relentlessly. Then when the clouds became too heavy that afternoon, it let go some of it's weight and showered some cool, refreshing raindrops on us. Ah, for the n'th time, dear Gayle would wittingly say "We are not that sweet that we would melt." She would chuckle and give me a wink. "Right?" she would ask, "Right!" was my affirmation with a thumbs up. Dear, lovely Gayle has Alzheimer's disease.