Usher in a long taffeta skirt, pearl earrings and delicate hands. Horn-rimmed glasses on the man you saw at the grocery store. Children still in their winter boots, a frozen sunset glowing on round cheeks. Smile at them, agree with them. Yes it's a cold one out there. The fire laughs behind you. Tea and memories of home warm your throat. Is this where you thought you'd be? Ask yourself. Write the answer on a piece of paper, crumple it in your fist and throw it in the flames. Fuel. Thank everyone for coming.