|Welcoming photo, thanks to this vendor in Manitoba.|
There was to a newcomer the sense of being held in a warm embrace, safely placed out of the rasping wind where all was softness and comfort, benevolence beaming through branches that overhung the two-lane tarmac. He likened it to being one of Gloria's muffins, popped out of the oven and into quilted mitts, at last enfolded in the napkin-lined basket. So different from the feeling of home he encountered at the Cove where hypnosis was induced by a thrashing or tranquil sea. He found the opposing elements provided balance.
(This is only half or a third of a post, but it felt so long since our friends made an appearance . Episodes are episodes. Some are more complete than others. The bookstore will play a role in the next act.)