Tears

After a sleepless few hours, I got up again at 7am to search, in the rain, the gardens once more for Harry. No sign, no sound. At work by 8.30 for the last morning of teaching in the summer school programme. 

The rain continued unabated all morning, heavy - even torrential at times.  I was home by 13.15, and very upset to find Harry wasn't there. I had been hoping. By 14.00 and two search tours later, in the pouring rain, I had cancelled my  17.00 flight to Bodrum for my holiday. Further searches proved as fruitless so I walked to the baykal to buy some beer.

I wait, with ever decreasing hope.