Seeing bicycles stationed under the rain always got to me. But in recent years there is something else that breaks my heart... The little red light that flashes when you get voicemails on the phone... Like, this one time, when I was gone for a week it kept flashing its signal, all cold and alone in the dark. I mean it could use a little rest when its master is away... I find this kind of undying loyalty really touching. But it is its job, so I understand. Courage, my little light!