I am yesterday, stuck in today. I am the winds that once blew, now lost in the domain of what might have been. What would have happened if we had not gone? If when the rain fell so heavily that warm spring afternoon, the eyes that saw would have never seen? The sights, the sounds, the annoying organ playing somewhere beyond the towering concret landscape. That organ, that sound. Penetrated the innermost doors of ones home, ears and mind. But then we ventured beyond that mile, to another where a house was given us for a time.