From the giant opaque penthouse windows he watched her return to the street. Had her recent presence born in him the minutest of desire, he might have flown from his place high in the sky to meet her on the walkway below. For, his had been a life of ease. Aside from brief moments of want for a father too many times in absence, his every whim was addressed. Now what he wanted most was to go back - perhaps to a place where his age was closer to hers.