His name was:
Always loved the view of the rain storms from his loft in the city. They calmed him. They were always a small grace in a world grown too big, too strained. It was a fortunate circumstance that he was able to acquire his home. High enough in the metropolis to still be able to enjoy the daylight, and the night for that matter. He was an investigator; the kind of guy that never sought work, or trouble for that matter, but he always managed to remain busy. His name was Jon. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~Jacob Greenburg ~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~**
