(Reno, NV) When it’s as hot as it is today, it’s good to read something cold on the outside and warm on the inside, like Mary Frances Kennedy Fisher’s Savoring Winter

Suddenly he handed me a piece of chocolate. The day was so cold and so bitter and so mournful, and so beautiful, that I remember that when we bit into the chocolate it snapped off. It was like crumbs of pebbles or crumbs of cement in my mouth, as I stood by the ancient cautious courteous old Frenchman, but it was one of the best communions I have ever felt with anyone.