  By a fluke, I have partial possession of this image. No, I don't know if she'll like knowing /how/ I got a hold of it (although I told her tonight). Rest assured, Leslie. This is all of your images that I'd ever put up online. But to give a face to the name. The dearest woman in my decreasingly-young life. I absolutely /love/ her. Hard to even put words to the connection, it's so strong. A friendship I'd guard with my life... if that puts it into perspective. I'm honored to even know her. And yes, I've spoken about her to some of you for years. So here's an image to pair with the accolades. Sweet woman, I just love you. It's not every night that I see my reflection in the window pane and find such a contended smile.
How important are the women in my life? How much does my heart respond to such talk? If a "crazy" woman who's partially paralyzed, living all alone without a job or a lover, can be in bliss to this degree on a holiday weekend, Saturday night... Well, you tell me? 
