Image by Greg Quin
"Feeling the crunch of snow underneath our feet and the cool air in our lungs, we are tired after a long day in nature's arms and happy to see the glow of the chalet on the horizon. We walk hand in hand toward what has become Our Place. It's silly, but so are we. Silly romantics. I open the door and welcome the warmth that greets me. I turn my face toward the sky to thank Yog-Sothoth, for He has granted us another chowder of the day at Kelsey's. Praise His Infinite Darkness."