I saw you back in January on Saturday the 19th in the lobby. It was early
morning and I commented how beautifull it was outside. The sunrise was soft
rose and peach and the trees were covered in ice crystals. You and the
clerk chuckled at me, because after all it was 20 degrees out there. You
looked my way when I left the hotel, so I thought I'd see if you read this,
and if you're not already spoken for, send a note here next week.