January 23, 1942

Philippine sunsets and cloud effects are the most beautiful I have ever seen. I sit on the parapet and watch the sunset every evening.

[Note how George’s observations of the weather and the outdoors are a part of his being. He used to open the door when it was raining and stand for a long time watching it. He would tell me how he had watched the sunsets in the Philippines and about the rain on the roofs of the prison camps he was in. In his last years he would stand in the open door and cry when he watched the rain. it always touched me deeply.]