To the pretty little lady sitting in her 3rd floor window in the south end of Barrington st. on a cold and windy Wednesday afternoon playing beautifully on her violin. Your music was as breathe taking as the flying wind. I stopped to listen and gave you a thumbs up and you returned a thank you my way. It is you who deserves a thank you for warming not only my day but everyone that past by your perch for the brief time you were there! — Play on Pretty Lady