Out of the many memories I have of Howard since primary school, my fondest one happened in year 13. One day, being stuck outside the classroom in the hot and humid weather with our uniforms stuck to our backs, we started talking about weather. Howard began to describe his favorite kind of weather when he stopped and said "you know what, I'll show you when it happens." I said okay. Fast forward to the day we were waiting outside for chemistry class on the 7th floor. Howard suddenly grabbed me and said "Hey Wylie, remember what I said about my favorite kind of weather? This is it. It's bright and sunny and warm, but there's this constant breeze. Can you feel it?" I looked out and I could see the trees moving, and the buildings of Braemar Hill and far beyond were visible and clear. The sun was shining and the wind was just strong enough to balance out the warmth. It was perfect. I looked back at him and he was smiling so enthusiastically, so eager for my answer. I replied,“I can.”And he walked into the chem lab with a very satisfied smile on his face. Howard, this is now my favorite kind of weather, too.